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Writer's pictureRachel

shed

dear reader,


all i want is to be the first person in your .parade

i adore you

60./70

eyes are wider in the dead weight rust of fear

stands the right of .night's appreciation

i fear less with you

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she loves you in full lung capacity


[don't you dare get used to this]


want what .you're made to- i know

pickin up loyal places to be

trumpet sounds

of wild .lip crawling

back like

it's never seen love

before


anonymous rille four dusk again

.careless now

something's missing

calling out your name


just a little more .try it

glove of where


inventions, intentions, laughter, yearning

gnawing, clawing .found word

clouding silences the hope of needed peace


.everything a little past summertime


i wanna help this part

i knew more and didn't say

i wanna sing along


with a resounding force of hope,

with movie moments,



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