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Sep 2021
press your hands into the dirt,
do my organs feel okay?
i haven't slept since the day I cried into you,
since the day you knew how to care for me like I was yours.
were you mourning then too?
i'm buried in the yard with your cat and your orchids--
pour the soil into my bed and over your head.
I miss being warm
Written by
lana  20/F
(20/F)   
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   dove
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