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Cjean

  • what is lost and cannot be found; you gave up searching.

    i found you in your attic looking through the old boxes of photos dust floating in a single crack of sunlight "this place reeks..." i broke the silence "it's the ...

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  • Never Letting Go;

    never letting go; they would find it sick; throw you in jail and me in some boarding school with nuns or whatever they'd do. but i lay here; you're sleeping. ...

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i enjoy repeating things twice in poetry. but only ever twice. nothing tragic ever happens thrice if i have control of it
— theromanticchemist