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Behind doors I cannot open with keys that never was, i feed letters through slots hoping they would reach him. I dreamt that he would consume them and one day emerge, whole. But the chrysalis never broke, and what couldve been never was.
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Feb 8, 2024
Feb 8, 2024 at 5:46 PM UTC
Emotional Nourishment
Behind doors I cannot open with keys that never was, i feed letters through slots hoping they would reach him. I dreamt that he would consume them and one day emerge, whole. But the chrysalis never broke, and what couldve been never was.
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Feb 8, 2024
Feb 8, 2024 at 5:46 PM UTC
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