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Oh    I cannot help this bad poetry. An evil muse has my family and dictates every word. Really. Every groan millimeters them to freedom. It's a …
emnabee
F/Minneapolis    instagram: @emnabeepoetry
haysia
28/F/Anywhere but here    Instead of fading into air and dust, then what will the words, could it ever be farthest words from "probably" |beautiful disaster|

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