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Jul 2022
settling into the lushness
of Summer, uneasily, unsteadily
aching to see if there’s a catch

my shaky shaky fingies
entwined and ensconced
dying to hollow out my phone

read my past DMs and died
of cringe, can’t reinvent the blank state
stir the treetops, the sunset an orange bier~
so basically i died irl
laura
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laura  19/Non-binary/Ohio
(19/Non-binary/Ohio)   
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