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T R S
Poems
Jun 2019
Wish
Somehow she said fire was the only way I live
Some how she said with out air, I would never find a way to give.
Somehow. Somehow.
Something she said.
It really hurt a lot.
Something space left me with things
I lived, but rather naught.
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