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Jun 2021
i sit crooked in a lonely corner
trying to shock weary sockets to cry
weakened pulses beat in faithful order
electric tears ravage with dignity, undenied
imagine if pain didn't tell you if something was wrong. aren't all the systems of your body functioning an act of love? one not working is such a calamity. and usually, the others still will. Isn't that worthy of appreciation?
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saarahe  25/F/fl
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