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Apr 2019
I keep my guilt
next to my skin.
let it soak into my blood
whenever I need company.
tell me all the things
I said wrong today.
a string tied like lace
around each of my fingers,
too tight but I've always liked purple,
and maybe I'll feel free without them.
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lemons and rain  17
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