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Feb 2019
Six fingers, six toes,
Three eyes, no ears,
Tonight, we'll fly,
From here, to Clear.

Under my tongue,
Growing thorns,
Too many teeth,
Poking my sores.

I can't believe,
You're with me,
I'm bewildered,
Stay with me.
Skyler M
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Skyler M  22/M/Idaho
(22/M/Idaho)   
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