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Dec 2019
body blotched in jaded memory
yet to fade yet be made heavenly
cicatrices a soft sky pink
turn periwinkle in the winter's ink
you said you were sorry when I told you I gave them to myself
I'm sorry that sometimes I'm not
Written by
Tear of the Clouds
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     ---, Theseus, --- and A Slow Heyoka
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