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There is a warmth missing from me I cannot figure out what it is. I get this feeling A shadowy empty coldness Lurking from the corner of my happiness. And it runs away, whenever I ask what it is. - Kata
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Apr 8, 2020
Apr 8, 2020 at 3:23 PM UTC
Poetry Is A Form Of Confrontation
There is a warmth missing from me I cannot figure out what it is. I get this feeling A shadowy empty coldness Lurking from the corner of my happiness. And it runs away, whenever I ask what it is. - Kata
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Apr 8, 2020
Apr 8, 2020 at 3:23 PM UTC
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