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Jul 2019
dont be
there when i struggle to find you,

dont reward
my desperation

when necessity to be self-sufficient in solitude crawls through my ugly pores
i lose my way with words, and so i wander,
sometimes back to you, but you're afraid of gore

so

dont speak
when i wish you would

dont be
what you used to be

as the fondness of these memories can only be as painful as they are treasured,
please reap these knotted livewire roots to the past,
please leave them severed.

please.
nitelite
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nitelite  21/M
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     Mark Toney, Fawn, putiira and AM stardust spirit
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