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Jun 2019
sad
i cry all night as his mind changes—
change like the moon turns phases
i hold on to my own burned laces
the days are long at the end of my dresses

please, let me go if you don't love me back
i don't wanna know if you are burying our love in a sack.
a sad love poem is cute sometimes :)
Sani
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Sani  16/F
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