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7d
I lost my confession
But why u repent?
I shot at the sky
Did sin see me salvaged?
I cradled insanity falling upward
Got the tune with me?
I mocked the thorn, faded
Yearning, bluing, prattling
I hummed the silent lyrics, nested
Could dandelions dare astray?
08:46 May 10, 2024. By the wet windowsill on the fourth floor.
Evelyn Yining Chen
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Evelyn Yining Chen  17/F/intheclouds
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