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Jul 30
What it is to be small
barely something at all
while my silence engulfs every breath
I could yearn to be seen,
because yearning is free
though the outcomes are laden with stress.
So I'll just stay sat here
little freak, bound by fears
Marked by all that I ever dared love,
While the clocks mark the hours
and my heart is devoured
by a man who knows not what he does.
calpurnia mockingbird
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calpurnia mockingbird  Cardiff
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