May, 24th

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you will never read my words, you will never even get to the first stanza, let alone going through the paragraphs i bleed.

yet still i am here across you, in between metres and a lifetime, wishing to be there along your spiralized smoke even though i know my lungs can't take it.

-- it's not fair.

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