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Dec 2023
i don't want to talk about my self.
but i want my core to be known
without brandishing victories
only reminding past miseries
and the bones that remain
underneath flesh
surrounding my soul

no matter i carry both
as they hold me passant
still not knowing-
increasingly growing
seeds colored virulent
even songbirds loathe
Samara
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Samara  28/F/Texas
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