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Dec 2022
i never asked for this
a living tomb of wounds

scrap of fabric
edges too weird
for any pattern to hold
destined to be alone

but i’m okay
no, sincerely i’m fine

swallowed by sad songs
surround sounded bliss
a solitary tear
and ****-eating grin
while *******
sofolo
Written by
sofolo  M/nashville, tn
(M/nashville, tn)   
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