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Jun 2019
With a cigarette in hand
and an unreadable face,
I leave my emotions to rust in the rain.

If I do not show any feelings,
I hoped I wouldn't be hurt,
but even then I was ostracized
because they said I was a machine.
willow sophie
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willow sophie  the universe
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