A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond. The sound of half a duck quacking.
but all these poems i am reading seem like they truly mean something, like you popped and your feelings are laying on your blog. Truth
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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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but all these poems i am reading seem like they truly mean something, like you popped and your feelings are laying on your blog. Truth
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