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May 2017
squeal my nerves,
study me

why i chase this vanity,
is it so unbecoming me?
i can only think it's my final form unfurling

because i know you are,
but future, are you? i'm left with a desire
study me,
study me.

i wanted you to study me.
Written by
Sometimes Starr  Another place
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