Every once in a while,
someone will call me lovely
And every time,
without fail
I will be perplexed how someone can see something so delicate,
in a place I only feel violence
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Midding [yet another diary]// A collection
Poésiev. intr. feeling the tranquil pleasure of being near a gathering but not quite in it-hovering on the perimeter of a campfire, chatting outside a party while others dance inside, resting your head in the backseat of a car listening to your friends ch...
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Every once in a while,
someone will call me lovely
And every time,
without fail
I will be perplexed how someone can see something so delicate,
in a place I only feel violence
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