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Aug 20
I go out

Most nights

They consist of slushes and candy and sweet night time kisses

Most nights it’s dark and I remember to put things back

Not last night

Unlike most nights I forgot

I forgot to pick up and be quite.

No my most nights will be no nights..

And my sweet kisses will be a wet pillow full of sadness
I messed up forgive me
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Bloop poems  14/Earth
     Aladdin Aures H, Prerna Padlikar and Lily
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