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Feb 2021
i had a dream
my face melted like a candle
my soul was a wick
and when the wick ran out
i died
it made me cry
but the end seemed
so sweet
oozing
like honey
when you touch it, it sticks
so delicious
i craved it
but
just like honey,
it came so slowly
i couldn't bear it
cranberry
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