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Jun 2019
i hold on to my words and i weigh them
on the scales of your design, i must measure
every sentiment least it be toss out
at the altar of your discontent.

and every cruel word is remembered
and i hate that a little love is chipped away every time.
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nianko  27/Cisgender Female/Lisbon
(27/Cisgender Female/Lisbon)   
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