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May 2021
I miss the way you
punctuate my sentences
put purpose in my windswept
words
complete me
make sense of my
heaps of jumbled gibberish
you
hold me when Im
running on
when youre
gone Im
stuck split in splices
and tacky fragments
Written by
Tiger Striped  21/F/Very Far Away
(21/F/Very Far Away)   
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