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Aug 2020
you ever spend days
on nothing at all?
imagine:

im in a wildly large puddle
large as life
but it dont make sense
i dont know this puddle
i dont know this man
his hand dont fit in my own hand
mine is wet and his is dry
inside my head he wants to pry

******* man
this nothing's mine
crawl into your own dreamworld
i screech, spit, kick, and then recline
Ema
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Ema  23/Non-binary
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