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Jun 2021
I could lay here and cry
and you'll never know why

I could finish writing
and hope that then you'll
understand

Never knowing if you'll
want to be my soft place to land.
As I'm falling, will I barely miss your hand?

Hoping maybe then
will you see.
Please, don't be too hard with me...
I'm hard enough on myself already...
DElizabeth
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DElizabeth  F/mi
(F/mi)   
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   Bogdan Dragos and Benzene
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