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Jul 2022
your fists are like cannonballs
hard, closed
you trap me in the palm of your sweaty hands
crushing me
but the warmth is the only temperature i feel
so i stick by your disheartening side
i wrote this the other day, i kinda liked the idea of it lol. iā€™m not in an abusive relationship btw, just clarifying

7/24/22
newborn
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newborn  18/F/wherever you are
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