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Feb 2022
it's too much to reach out
always
i'll drown these naive dreams
with whatever's on hand
medicines
coughing
nothing is ever as it seems
especially when you do flips
just to convince yourself
it could ever come from her lips
moonshine and
longing
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Manx Lykeios Pragna  24
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