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May 2022
The fumes from my paintings are making me high
or am i feeling that feeling you keep chasing
wait, did you just whisper to me that we
share that goal of chasing highs
no not of chasing but of being
in love with one another
maybe im just crazy
slowly coming to
nothing but a
single word
children.
you get what you get and you don't get upset
Written by
Maria Shabalin  21/F/New York City
(21/F/New York City)   
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