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Aug 2020
Wishing I could reach out and touch you,
To see those freckles again

I sit here in the hollowness of my mind and body
My heart is a spastic amoeba, trying to contain itself and explode all at once

Can you see the light piercing my back?
Turned into a monster from these beautiful feelings

Do I let you know?
Do you want to know?

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