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Jan 2019
I'm listening to you speak,
playing that voice on repeat,
breaking my bottles
on my teeth,

chattering smiles,
loneliness bites cold
down to the bone.
Warm it up with a grin,
so fake,

but they don't see it.


Good.

Why would I want them too?
Serendipity
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Serendipity  21/Alive
(21/Alive)   
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   Lily and Perry
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