midnight itch
1 poem
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imposter
old piece. See how I move So rigid and crooked. These hands you once held, Have lost their gentleness. Outside this mind This figure looks just the same.
old piece. See how I move So rigid and crooked. These hands you once held, Have lost their gentleness. Outside this mind This figure looks just the same.
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