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Nov 18
If I hold up to light
The misery I have hidden,
Will it burn up in the atmosphere?
Or will it magnify and set me ablaze?
Either way, I’ll not stay pain ridden.
Because, it cannot stay here
Fixed in my throat,
Nava Um Gri
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Nava Um Gri  29/Other/Space
   TravelingStranger, m and TheIdleOwl
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