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of course i dreamt about then insidious, hazy but now all i smell is vanilla and it reminds me of a heart twinge the way it envelops my sense of self. the hill i would die on is the hill i ran from, the spiral downward familiar i wish you would see me burn
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Oct 12, 2023
Oct 12, 2023 at 4:07 PM UTC
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of course i dreamt about then insidious, hazy but now all i smell is vanilla and it reminds me of a heart twinge the way it envelops my sense of self. the hill i would die on is the hill i ran from, the spiral downward familiar i wish you would see me burn
zakiy-zakaria
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Oct 12, 2023
Oct 12, 2023 at 4:07 PM UTC
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