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Feb 2022
who are you?
that i think of you often
i cannot escape it
caring for you is lighting myself on fire
how can i become free?
that i'd carve your face into the ash
and maybe when it melts it will look like hers
but no, it is yours
it is yours that i would sculpt with my two hands
and become burned by the embers of my own foolishness.
Written by
Olivia  21/F
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