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Apr 9
shallow bowl
half of a whole
peering into my peers
carving a small hole
silk
sweat
salt
small
skin
shapes
song
swinging between two sides
one that's friendship
one that's at the bottom of the bowl
I've known you for a while now
but you haven't always smelt this way
I met you when it was only sweat
met/melt
met/melt
met/melt
met/melt
Written by
kirra  22/F/barcelona
(22/F/barcelona)   
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