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Jul 2019
I'll grate my tongue into a million squidgy bits in a bid to shove these words back into my mouth / language and I, we suffer a fickle friendship / I'm clumsy I'm clingy and I can't keep my hands still / scaring everyone and everything off
I should stick 2 science but I miss being comfortable with words! I promise I was once
soak
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soak  23/torontoish
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