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Jun 2022
I bought a new dress and it makes me look like a lost sock
it fits me well and makes me feel grown, the kind of beautiful you find in a fish with funky spots
descriptively the lost sock has the kind of pattern to make you want to take markers and draw on the wall.
the one you go crazy and see women inside of it
gilman could get lost in my dress
makes me want to hold a microphone and unplug it, so that i can let the voice in my head talk over the others.
avery
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avery  19/F/under my bed
(19/F/under my bed)   
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