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Feb 2019
I’m throwing cries for help at anyone who will catch them.
But I am far from athletic.
They will either fall at your feet,
Or fly right over your head.
It’s ok if you miss.
This game isn’t for you anyway.
Aly
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Aly  F/New York
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