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Sep 26
And I can count the number of stars,
before I'm able to count your scars on top of scars.
I could have your name on my arms,
and I could stop before anything harms,
I would forget your eyes are not stars,
and I will get stuck in the cycle of harm.
The Blue Bottles
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The Blue Bottles  15/Gender Fluid/The void behind Oklahoma
(15/Gender Fluid/The void behind Oklahoma)   
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