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we tip toe, crawling from out under a dress.
Brave enough to think we can save ourselves or each other
And very few are.
Their mouths curve.
teeth ready to bite into the earth.
They know of the world and of love
And how rot wilts the edges.
— Cam Ie

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This blog is about writing (poetry in particular) and random thoughts in a nutshell

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