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leftovers of my poetry that doesn't seem to fit in anywhere - yes, not fitting in is an ongoing theme in these.
leftovers of my poetry that doesn't seem to fit in anywhere - yes, not fitting in is an ongoing theme in these.
"some salt shaker fell over and it turned my wounds to silver..." © saturngold; august 2024
"i'm a satellite in exile, you're my well arranged dealbreaker..." © saturngold; june 2024