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Breathing out smoke Into frigid air Burning scars Into my skin Rubbing in the honey To cement the makes Staring at the sky Middle of the night Tracing constellations Of words never said Trying to reach the moon With a broken pen These words are meaningless
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Aug 18, 2019
Aug 18, 2019 at 1:35 PM UTC
Why Am I