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Jul 2022
We will wear new bones again
and even now
with no window to wake me
and the heat that sticks to your spine
I am happy
maybe the happiest I've been
and I still don't have those things
that I once thought I needed
every day
I lose something more
and weight releases
from the crevices of my new bones
Written by
kirra  22/F/barcelona
(22/F/barcelona)   
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