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Mar 2021
there's a ghost in my room, a chasm in my core
a hurricane inside me shakes, moves the floor
the nothingness surrounding me is heavy, I need mass
a hefty body to hold me down, to fix my mess

I long for a dream to fill my wandering soul
because my god doesn't comfort me anymore
imber
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imber  19/Agender
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