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Sep 2019
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Every time someone calls me
I fizz away.

Whenever people neglect me
I calmly stay.

Mirrors line the walls
in every nightmare.

The only thing worse
than your stare
is my own.

Hold your breath
and sing.

Whisper your secrets
until a truth is heard...

You must die to return
the way we did at birth.
Marla
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Marla  24/F/Seattle
(24/F/Seattle)   
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     zumee, Jason Myr and Khoisan
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