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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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![]() If a portrait can sit comfy on a pleated seat placed at the top of your heart. Drinking the pelt, by the smooching and caressing your cold lips. Eating each day full of pert gazling
of the eyes, every seconds like a hawk, preying chicks. Sleeping on a sheet behind a hind glass. A blanket to shield it from piranha. Then why won't you give me, a being like you, such tending and Phillia? Comments are closed.
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