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Iz
Dusty bones
 Mar 2020 will19008
Iz
Without these words
I am nothing but dust and bone
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Iz
Grudges
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Iz
If anger was poison
I would be dead
I must learn to move on
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Fatima
"D-d-don't look at my stretch marks like that-"
"Beauty marks, darling. They're called beauty marks", he smiled while tracing my insecurities away
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Theia
memories
and
daydreams

both like smoke
elusive
and fading

my heart
always grasping
for more

will our story
be told
in a dream
or a future memory?

is one
more real
than the other?
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