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Nov 2019
brisk october bruises my cheeks
my thoughts are chaotic
my voice is calm

i gave all my oxygen to someone who could breathe
he ate my heart whole
when we drowned ourselves in the darkest parts of each other
Niamh Collins
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     Jackson and Wyatt
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