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Aug 2018
this dry lump in my throat leaves a sickly uneven thought in me
each word i’ve ever swallowed down gathering up into a ball
and with one more word
i’ll explode
Pure of Stars
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Pure of Stars  16/F/i don’t know
(16/F/i don’t know)   
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       Alec, Lavender, MT, sue, andromeda green and 2 others
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