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- Fix It at allpoetry
Tears flow slowly / A trickle here and there. / Slowly your hand reaches up / And destroys the path of water / From my eye to my chin. / My cheek is wiped clean, / My soul relinquished and white. / Your hand, yo - My Secret (Not a Poem) at allpoetry
I want nothing more than to die in this moment because if I were to die, then I'd be with the ones I love and miss most. - Peach Fuzz and Big Decisions at storywrite
