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joshuaest.95
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Trying to simply exist in what we call life.
December 2023
4 months ago
Submitted Poems 1 total
Nothing leftTear drops dampen the paper I write on. I’m as hollow as the pen that spills the blotchy ink on the page. Smeared and smudged stains reminds me, I don’t want to be seen. | 14 Views added 5 months ago | Rating |
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