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Sep 2017
i wish we'd stopped when i asked you to but our hands
were heavy with alcohol / or just you. you said i smelled of whisky
and desire and i didn't say anything you cared about / we swapped memories
and in this version it's me, doing the pushing and
pulling and cutting and we make up. we do this to ourselves / to our dogged hearts / 'til our tongues go red
from screaming.
things are harder than ever

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Written by
talia b  19/Non-binary/UK
(19/Non-binary/UK)   
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   Suja Gunasegaran
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