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Oct 2019
please take my bones and press them to dust. take my heart and crush it in a fist. wrap a cord around my neck and tie me to my grave. give me something to feel that isn't just the  longing  and  waiting  and  fearing . rename me insolence, save i die gentility; as quiet as the almost we shared.
Written by
allison fl
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     ---, Vic and DAF
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