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Sep 6
running away
for the sake of your story
you’d come to the end of your tether
you’d dried to bone and corn husk
so, you come to spirit me away
in the middle of my sunken daydream
and I let you
for the conquest’s not yet weary
and I’ve forgotten how to breathe
anything but bills
one sits for too long in a corner,
they’re bound to catch alight
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triggerword  21/F
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