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poem

(catharsis]

2:19 PM
kiss her cheek once more. for the glowing gumball to still-beating heart—awaiting wide eyes, calloused hands, and parentheses. Of brackets. Only rescue umbrella. No more of shoulders—alone, no more rain fall {hard} on her loose the sun kiss her cheek or the now is ice cold and dull) of letting [oh the fire it used to breathe the...

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