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Nov 2019
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I feel like vomiting each time we speak,
because I always have to put up a show.

I am more than the surface of my skin,
and the honey pouring from my mouth.

You cannot say otherwise,
for I find a home in me,
and you cannot bring my doors down.
Myka
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Myka  F/Nowhere
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