A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond. The sound of half a duck quacking.
Your Poetry Describes Feelings So Well, And Next Year I Will Miss It.
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I'm bad at vulnerability I like to tie off places Where mess might hide Might wander in to introduce themself Until I'm all kn...
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Your Poetry Describes Feelings So Well, And Next Year I Will Miss It.
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