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May 2021
Reaching out,
what was out of reach
the mountain of air
built by the ignorant, I
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                            a waterfall
forms an empty sea

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shouts of anguish
                         , whispers

                     to

               m e

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a faucet
with nothing to;
bleed

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n(a)ive girl
weeping from the sounds
of mockery
I feel so angry, sad and I hate myself.

As irritating as it is, I can't seem to cry even if I want to.
Brumous
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Brumous  16/King's guillotine
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