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Oct 2019
I'm not in love.
Not yet, at least.
But someday, I will be.
With these covers
Pulled up to my chest,
I can feel my teeth move
When I breathe.
It's honestly bleak.
But there's a soft beat
That lights up my lungs.
Guitar strings strumming
Like blackbirds
Pecking.
Written by
kain  Non-binary/Haven, ME
(Non-binary/Haven, ME)   
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     lms and mila
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