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May 2020
pretty ain't the word for you
you're like pavement on a summer day
soldering to the touch
the heat bending my vision in waves
got me running miles
because the mirage tricks my brain
could spend forever trying to close the gap
between me and that imaginary lake
youcancallmesierra
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youcancallmesierra  22/F/i'm not really sure
(22/F/i'm not really sure)   
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