In a world where beautiful things never last long, I hope to never be beautifulNever to be a flower plucked from the ground to be caged in a vase at a north-facing windowRarely feeling the sun hit my wilted petalsI crave to feel the drops of dew falling into my pistil and seeping into my […]
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Heavy Breath
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my midnight sun
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Never-ending Nightmare
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Pulse
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Winter
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This is America
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Am I, to who
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