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Oct 2021
I'm waiting on a person I do not even know
to tell me things about myself I'm too afraid to show

                       cause if through her, or him, or me there's in this
something more

why are all these washed up bodies

                                        washed up on my shore?
i probably should stop (Orlando, 2017)
Kelly
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