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Jun 2023
I've grown less fond
of grubby dreaming,
have had enough of hope.

I distrust bright colors
and new mirrors.

I need layers of dust
to recognize
my lived-in eyes.
Written by
Ryan Dement  34/I'm right here.
(34/I'm right here.)   
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