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Apr 2019
corn flake dust
of feelings felt
daily broken trust
heart melt misfortune
the fires of sore sinned
lonely but options undesired
is it too much to ask
apparently

I'm tired
04/15/19
glass
Written by
glass  he/him
(he/him)   
62
   Fawn
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