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Apr 2023
If only you could
put the volume down
to your abrasive cutting sounds
you would hear me bleeding

If only you could
put the volume down
to your suffocating exhausting sounds
you would hear me breathing

If only you could
put the volume down
to your mourning wailing sounds
you would hear me crying
My Dear Poet
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My Dear Poet  M/Bottom of the Jar
(M/Bottom of the Jar)   
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