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Jun 2021
***** and sweat,
Hunched and broken,
By the toilet bowl
I will flush you out
Until the only thing left of you
Of us
Is the tears in my eyes
And the acid in my throat
and i feel something when i see you now...

posting some old drafts ****
alyssum withers
Written by
alyssum withers  16/F/akl
(16/F/akl)   
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     erica lynn and Johnnyqu33r
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