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Jan 2021
These nights,
As I’m listening as people bleed themselves into their art
I wish I could do the same..

These nights,
As I long for something I cannot decipher
I wish I knew what it meant..

These nights,
So pure so unadulterated
I wish it would last forever.
Written by
Meep  Non-binary
(Non-binary)   
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       Fawn, Emaya and Zoi Ardens
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