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Apr 2019
Sitting to practice relaxation.
Misplaced pavement slabs stick out.
I try, now, not to trip, but it's happened.
I try, now, not to wish.

Rain induced meridian response.
Red caffeine lattice on black.
I try, now, not to sip ashamedly.
I try, now, not to wish.

I won't try to keep myself locked up.
I won't repress what I am,
as if I'm only so valid
as I am fitted
and dressed
to expect.
A Simillacrum
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A Simillacrum
     Eryck, Isabel, elle jaxsun, ---, mc6lm and 3 others
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