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I fall so hard each time and wonder why there are scars on my kneecaps Back in the day light as a feather meant so much more than it does now Light as a feather but riddled with two little weights that unapologetically hang from my shoulders Light as a feather but watching another fall just a little bit faster into the small of your palm Light as a feather but stiff as a board Watching your pupils dilate the way I’ve been dying to
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Jun 20, 2019
Jun 20, 2019 at 6:23 PM UTC
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I fall so hard each time and wonder why there are scars on my kneecaps Back in the day light as a feather meant so much more than it does now Light as a feather but riddled with two little weights that unapologetically hang from my shoulders Light as a feather but watching another fall just a little bit faster into the small of your palm Light as a feather but stiff as a board Watching your pupils dilate the way I’ve been dying to
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Jun 20, 2019
Jun 20, 2019 at 6:23 PM UTC
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