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Apr 2019
My card of invitation, only mere moments from deliverance
Stricken down by forgetfulness, but beg no repentance
I swallow, I write, in fervor for all in creative abhorrence and grammar that stalls
Lost on a track, lost on the ball
Only there because I together, put it all
Undermining myself for the attention of others
And in the end release of emotions that suffers.
Written by
Willow Ross C  24/Bigender/Texas
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