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Apr 2020
shh
my lips are dry
and cracked
not forming the words
i want them to

nothing but silence
on my tongue
mocking the screams
howling in my
skull
04.29.2020
basil
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basil  19/they/them/the moon
(19/they/them/the moon)   
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       themisunderstood, Saumya, --- and Emilie
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