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Aug 2018
the world crashes
at my feet every night
and begs me to
pick it back up

these hands are
not strong enough
to hold it together
but i'm trying

what do i need
to do to show them
i'm not afraid? i asked

the moon / bite back
she said, you're a shy
one but you are not
when your claws come out
august
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