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i wrote


i wrote a lot of

imperfect words for you.

cloying and mean

yet dripping of love.

impure but not dirty

i swear.

i mean i wouldn't read them

out loud.

but i speak them like a prayer in the dark.


collage and poetry by @wildeaesthetic

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