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Mar 2021
With every word that comes out of that sweet pink mouth I feel my body shrink, and shrink. Before I know it my vision is blurred, and my chest is just an open, bottomless pit.

And I want more. Do it more.
Let's move backwards in time
Until I don't exist.
BlueBird
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BlueBird  35/Alberta.
(35/Alberta.)   
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   Imran Islam
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