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Stumble.

Ripped bits on ground.
Torn.
Never behaved like this before

Step into warm.
Cover over,
Too hot.
Throw to floor.

Me,
Shy pale blue.
You,
Permission to enter,
land gently,
to start off with.

Not sure,
but think explodes before
I even notice.

Where you come from,
do they hand over juice so quick?

On decision to leave,
pick, ripped bits on floor,torn
and before stumble on ground.
Go.







©SukiSushiCrown.19-11-2023
Written by Sukisushicrown
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