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Jul 2018
Powdered skin,
Brush strokes,
Go coat
those desperate pokes
TheΒ shakey nature
Of made up favors
So playful
And able
We are
To Make the devil
Weak in the knees
As he does me,
So what if you suffer
You are but a drop
In an endless sea
No one will notice
When you drop
And you bleed
Just a mixture of rage and pain in threw up when I felt too much and thought my chest was gonna implode.
Camryn jones bowedbranches
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Camryn jones bowedbranches  24/F/TN, Usa
(24/F/TN, Usa)   
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