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Jan 2020
persistent perfume
sticky and rubbing skin
strictly consistent bloom
don't throw this on a bin
i know i'm just a muse
hey boy
am i a toy
not the same as before
i'm small
but i can carry a ball
but yes i think i fall
don't make this a troll
i'll just do the roll
afraid to crawl
back to your arms
back to you
back to no clue

xo
Mykarocknrollin
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Mykarocknrollin  F/cloud of feelings
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