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Feb 2022
an empty space
like snow on a canvas
resting memories
cracked and broken face
pulled away from embrace
my own worst enemy
i feel everything you spit on me
like a fuzzy television
frozen in place
i wish i could destroy
the ice in my veins
let me flow through me
crystallized in place
with no escape
the rhyme scheme feels gross
and overplayed but the only way
i feel today
collin
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collin  30/M/coming home.
(30/M/coming home.)   
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