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Nov 2022
blurry eyes
that refract
thank you
no longer
will these
hope less
words be
un founded
who needs
to aim
when already
the feeling
the weight
pressing against
the roof
of my
****** mouth
is direction
enough
Oskar Erikson
Written by
Oskar Erikson  24/M/London
(24/M/London)   
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