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May 2021
i used to write
but carving stanzas in my skin feels better now
i can’t form the thoughts
or get the words out
so i let the blood spill instead
each drop is a rhyme my brain can’t find
i was never meant to last a long time

i wear pants all year round
i keep it to myself because
these kinds of poems feel so good it hurts
abbey
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abbey  17/F/wonderland
(17/F/wonderland)   
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