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Apr 2019
your tears are like ice burning into flesh
each tiny droplet is a memory
a memory that you've stashed deep in your soul
and every single time these tears spill
it leaves a rough imprint on you
like those scars tracing your arms
into your veins
to your heart
pumping screams and shouts
to your soul
alice
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alice  F/where the wild things are
(F/where the wild things are)   
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