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Jul 2022
I slept on a bed of nails for years,
And crawled across floors of broken glass.
I swallowed the stars nightly with the same wish in mind everytime.
Surviving is ******* ugly
But it doesn't scare me.
I'll display my grudges in a dainty little China cabinet until I'm ready to burn the bridge you built to me.
BlueBird
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BlueBird  35/Alberta.
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