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These secrets keep me sick
Kiss me with kindness
or cut out snowflakes of the paper we reused.
put pen to paper of this love
and mental illness we refuse.
my words fail
as I have faltered
but fumble forward
none the less,
this typing haunts me
with what little sleep;
they bring the scalpels
we are abscess.
or cut out snowflakes of the paper we reused.
put pen to paper of this love
and mental illness we refuse.
my words fail
as I have faltered
but fumble forward
none the less,
this typing haunts me
with what little sleep;
they bring the scalpels
we are abscess.
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