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Apr 2021
Your words are like a bitter juice I can't swallow
Stuck there, Hanging in mid-air
I can't understand it
It rings in my ears again and again
But it makes no sense
My mind is becoming numb from hearing your voice
Like eating something so spicy you can't feel your tongue
Like your fingers on the coldest day of winter
You keep touching them yet it feels like their not yours
Like not feeling a cut
But when I realized it
It was too late
The cut was bleeding out
It felt like you pressed a lemon against it
And rubbed the salt in
~10/4/21
Am I going to say what I'm talking about in this poem?
No, because I don't even know what I'm talking about..
Just Another Flower
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Just Another Flower  16/F/At home
(16/F/At home)   
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       Jason, Imran Islam, South by Southwest and devi
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