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Apr 15
stretch of rippling muscle
sewed by tendons of responsibility
buckling beneath the swelling magnitude

on one set of shoulders
each tear felt for generations
each contortion of a hungry gut
each night in an unfamiliar bed

it is you
who holds separate
the heavens and earth
i think i’m crashing out again. feeling the weight of the world too much lately, im tired of holding everything up.
Written by
essie  24/F/new york
(24/F/new york)   
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   Val Roy
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