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i wish i was alone
just me and what i see
look through my eyes, look at
the sky that has the capacity to be any color it wants
for now it’s ..
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it felt serene
like an awakening
it smelled like dust covered peaches
the same peaches in the trunk
it sounded like melted ice
it used to be som..
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a poem i wrote about my generation
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