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Nov 2020
i'll dry my own eyes
for the summer
and hope that I can hold
a heart gently this time.
been trying to conceal
the internal conflict showing
under my eyes, with glitter.
I hate that you're the one
who has someone, night after night
And you still ask why I can't sleep.
think i'll sit out this weekend.
again
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nish  F/between consciousness
(F/between consciousness)   
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