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Jun 25
I don’t want to talk
Locked
Somewhere between my eyes and my trembling hands
I couldn’t hold the pencil
To tell you.

It fell from between my fingers
And I watched the chance to yell
Hit the ground
— my voice thins with your hair
Strung
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       Lily, Nigdaw, Prerna Padlikar, Fawn, Electra and 5 others
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