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"My sights betray me,
When you're in the room,
Goosebumps all over my mind,
With shaking fists I move them away,
Only to see them dropping on your warm spine again."




— I'm a hopeless body.






A/N: so I have decided to be a little more creative and less boring for a moment. I may now proudly present you *dramatic drum rolls* q/a's with each other. Meaning you can ask me any question I'll ask you one in return. Sounds pretty much not that fun but this is what I could come up with honestly. Try to ask all weird questions I'll make at least one good pun answering them. So here we go chomp chomp attack at me. I have decided to finish this poetry at 30 poems? Originally I thought of stopping at 50 so nope too lame so here we are it's ending after 3 months with only 250 views whoooppppp. See y'all. ( no kidding I'm waiting for the questions)

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