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May 2018
you do know

constantly misused.

lungs colapsing,
like pushing in the little tongue of a milk carton.
so i fell, feeling through the cracks in my logic, in a place where it never got cold
phew
Written by
grace  F/California.
(F/California.)   
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   Ash Angel
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