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November 28, 2022

reaching for something tender, i yearn to lick the flame. to be touched brutally under the skin, to completely collapse the soul. and as the ache continues to blossom pitifully in a way that i cannot fathom, the mind lays in an uncomfortable sleep. how unattainable this misery remains.

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