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 Mar 2019 unnamed
Amy Childers
My tar pit heart
Holds all of the souls of
my loved ones.
I watch them gasp for air
But they drown in my
Tar covered sorrow.

I am sorry . . .
 Mar 2019 unnamed
meadowsweet
I am Eve
and I will always eat the fruit.
You can tell me I can go back,
you can tell me I can forget my nakedness,
forget the cold,
and still,
I will eat the fruit,
I will have the knowledge.
 Mar 2019 unnamed
Paige Error
Isn’t it amazing how a crowded room can make you feel so alone.
They’re already trying to turn me against a person who’s a thousand times the people they are
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