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poetic license and its somber awareness tends to cut open, tight flesh, already scarred over a thousand, if not a million times. that flesh, finds itself home, on tired arms, aching legs, how smiles fade to agony, in the face of all its perception
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Jan 18, 2023
Jan 18, 2023 at 5:38 PM UTC
flesh
poetic license and its somber awareness tends to cut open, tight flesh, already scarred over a thousand, if not a million times. that flesh, finds itself home, on tired arms, aching legs, how smiles fade to agony, in the face of all its perception
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19/F/Bloomington, Indiana
Jan 18, 2023
Jan 18, 2023 at 5:38 PM UTC
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