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Sep 2020
why does poetry
come to me after midnight
come and take me
stepping stones
how can i
how can i be yours
you're my thrill
what do i want
i want to twirl to Billie holiday every morning
math my energy
dreaming of you
nothing seems to matter
here is my heart
on a silver platter
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