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May 2021
A buzzing feeling
spreading from my chest
down to my fingertips

the heat in my throat
can't be washed away

vivid dreams
like every night is a full moon

feeling wearied and vigorous
all at once

this vessel can only hold so much

being afraid to explode

but maybe thats the point
to explode
Martyna Maselskyte
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Martyna Maselskyte  24/F/Ireland
(24/F/Ireland)   
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