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She is a lifted finger A tapped drum, nothing Some type of paper weight Fraying at the edges, she's our comforter our, big red scarf. I hope she'll be ok till we finally Realise our mistakes. The thought of withering away...

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Written by

Xella

Australia

Published: Sep 10, 2021
LinesWords: 941

Notes: AGUH lost half of it, had to rewrite by memory. Eh whatever.
Tags: #friendships #relationships #quickpoetry #connection

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