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I've been collecting words for years- cataloguing feral and oblivion, catharsis and iridescence. I keep gusto in the drawer beside my bed. I put visceral next to the broken mirror you left. I've hidden marrow next to vastness as if they are mine alone. See how they slip out of me like a ****** nose at just the wrong time.
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Feb 23, 2021
Feb 23, 2021 at 4:11 PM UTC
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I've been collecting words for years- cataloguing feral and oblivion, catharsis and iridescence. I keep gusto in the drawer beside my bed. I put visceral next to the broken mirror you left. I've hidden marrow next to vastness as if they are mine alone. See how they slip out of me like a ****** nose at just the wrong time.
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Feb 23, 2021
Feb 23, 2021 at 4:11 PM UTC
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