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Aug 2021
why must you, sand, be holding
my toes like a lover?
we have no electric bond
between nor magic keeping
us together
no rush of blood to the head
sharing pictures of each other bed
no sunflower regrets
I don't even know your favorite
flower. That I do regret.
but still here you are, your body
of salts and rocks and sea-essence
gripping white-knuckled
to my ****** toes.
like someone desperate to let go.
Kyrie Hajashi
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Kyrie Hajashi  18/M/On the roof under my bed.
(18/M/On the roof under my bed.)   
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   Imran Islam
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