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Dec 2020
running from the vines

her feet are failing her

tripping over every root

dewy leaves dropping water on her cheeks

blending with salty tears

the ground pulls her under

forcing her figure down with the depths of the earth
old :)
brynna
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brynna  19/Genderqueer/hell
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