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this body is a resilient thing bequeathed to us our scrapes and bruises found in moments of frivolous joy and our dark experiments of flirtation taught us little didn't change how we acted we grew calloused, over time we lost that keen edge given to a new blade it got us here but here, we found ourselves stranded writing screeds 'bout nothin' 'nor the other and what was it all for? but to bring us 'round for another round again, and again, and again.
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Jul 11, 2020
Jul 11, 2020 at 10:59 PM UTC
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this body is a resilient thing bequeathed to us our scrapes and bruises found in moments of frivolous joy and our dark experiments of flirtation taught us little didn't change how we acted we grew calloused, over time we lost that keen edge given to a new blade it got us here but here, we found ourselves stranded writing screeds 'bout nothin' 'nor the other and what was it all for? but to bring us 'round for another round again, and again, and again.
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Jul 11, 2020
Jul 11, 2020 at 10:59 PM UTC
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