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Nov 2021
Of course I cry into the hollow
space between my stomach and happy
there is little else I can do.
Don't pretend to understand how it aches when I breathe
you, who have trained your tongue to do
what it should
do not let it curse the smoke stuck to mine; I
know the contempt in your eyes better than I
know my own reflection.
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Tiger Striped  21/F/Very Far Away
(21/F/Very Far Away)   
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     Tiger Striped and Rob Rutledge
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