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Dec 2020
If relationship were like baking
We are flour
Just like how it is sifted
Lumps and bitsΒ Β are recognized in the
Middle of sifting or the end
Our only difference is that
We are both
Ball of lumps in the beginning
Scratching, rubbing, bumping
Against each other
Trying to figure out
How to get through
The same sieve,
To see how much impurities
Of ourselves we need to get rid
And how much of us
From scratch we can save.
Written by
Mei  26
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