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Apr 2020
The curtain of the storm lifts to **** me in
Barely dried from the previous
Deep inhale before the dive in to find it's only mist
Moving panic down an assembly line
Until I learn I could've hid under your umbrella the whole time

alice
Accent Marks
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Accent Marks  27/F/New York
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