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May 2021
Little things
I fill your pockets with rocks
To way you down?
To keep you from outgrowing me.
The beginning of a spoken word I'm writing for art class
Written by
Flowerwithabrain  18/F/Everywhere
(18/F/Everywhere)   
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   Benzene
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