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Mar 2021
are fingers really tied
together
with red string?
and would you really listen
if i
tried to speak?

coughing up promises
i can never keep.
focusing on blue irises
that always weep.

not for me
and not for you
but for the scars
between us
a mushroom in a field of flowers
julius
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julius  19/M/in a coffin
(19/M/in a coffin)   
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