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Jun 2021
a starling made of starlings
vanilla light seeping from the Promethean screen
and for a split second, it all makes sense

words are too small
cramping for this feeling
yet i must share it
<or else how would I know I lived at all?>
Written by
lucy-goosey  17/Cis/:)
(17/Cis/:))   
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