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Jul 2020
A renegade dream
All burned up in sins
Fall against reason
Fight against rhyme

I could stay and wait
A little while longer
But it seems that I’m
Running out of time

Yet to spill apart this
Chest, and carve my
Second thoughts onto
Your creased brows

I’d gladly let you do
The same—if only our
Fatal circumstance
Shall ever mildly allow.
vega - ᜀᜎᜃᜐ
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vega - ᜀᜎᜃᜐ  20/Non-binary/wvndering
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