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Jan 2020
i cant hug
myself
so my
heart is blue.
I crave
the womb
the dark jazz
that sprinkles winternight
on rough grass.
i am a bathroom light left on
a bothersome memory
bleaching courage.
everything as weak as this
will fade
everything as soft as this
cant last
Written by
cg  22/M
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