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sol


shit your hot fresh poetry into my gaping soul *in this thread*

39 2022-07-08 01:50

i hurt so bad that there are no words
eclipsed by my own fear
the anhedonia tempers me into something weird
and the coconut shavings
fall down like puzzle dust
she calls them power balls
i call it wanderlust

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