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Sep 2023
I'm sorry that I never listen

as I listen to my heart beat in an unfamiliar way

and late at night as I lay in tear soaked pillows
I hear the rain for the fifth time this week
Kaitlyn Marie
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Kaitlyn Marie  F/Upper Midwest
(F/Upper Midwest)   
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