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Sep 2021
my hands are on a wall of wet paint.
if i dont move them, itll dry on my hands,
if i do, the paint is on my hands anyway.
make a move, or stay this way?
i am full of cracks anyway.
maybe i can be freed.
mae
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mae  20/F/on your mind <3
(20/F/on your mind <3)   
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   Clarissa and SUDHANSHU KUMAR
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