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Mar 10
my bated breaths felt like winter...
timpani drums next to my lungs...
sticks and stones for my bones...
only little wood lingers inside me

if a fruit can have a heart
  can it be planted within me?
    i have consumed mine
      exponentially
i miss writing, im burntout
modern rock alien
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modern rock alien  17/F/somewhere
(17/F/somewhere)   
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   rick and K
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