hindsight by pleblderblerbmerbcschrb

Oct 30

your heart was
heavy, yet held
mine, and my arms
were weak, but
the sponge never
filled and when
I wring it out
there’s shades of you
Everywhere

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pleblderblerbmerbcschrb 22/fatigue

(22/fatigue)

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