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May 2021
it floods my body in an instant, becoming a waterfall of red irony
dripping down my thighs
Not sure how i got here with my life popping out as bubbles in thin lines sliding down my ankle to the white tiles
piles of paper written-crimson ribbon tied to a gleaming release
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Faun  16
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