Shael-BurizaDo
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growing up a child, taller strength passing through
every, stridful boundry broken down around.
i enjoyed the pool, becoming the grass, surrounding
it like a sweetful percents of undeposited, luck,
through which became these two, mild sensations,
streets across the street became love, my.
memory of it passing, air touching my face into,
not coming back. seeing through, back into.
landing somewhere, longer summer, longer hair,
my extreme glare, blue dew drops, of fresh long,
fair and possesive, the pleseant charm of fingers so
cold and full of scars, not sharing any trance
of my pain, across the arm of vein, simply,
calmly, echoing the pleasure of. my forgotten scream,
if memory tries to take, remember,
my lean frames, the sweet gaze, the december.
of a time, when a boy lived who, disappeared
they needed their own love, memories, conceded his,
his toy was his last present. no one with to share,
every year
every, stridful boundry broken down around.
i enjoyed the pool, becoming the grass, surrounding
it like a sweetful percents of undeposited, luck,
through which became these two, mild sensations,
streets across the street became love, my.
memory of it passing, air touching my face into,
not coming back. seeing through, back into.
landing somewhere, longer summer, longer hair,
my extreme glare, blue dew drops, of fresh long,
fair and possesive, the pleseant charm of fingers so
cold and full of scars, not sharing any trance
of my pain, across the arm of vein, simply,
calmly, echoing the pleasure of. my forgotten scream,
if memory tries to take, remember,
my lean frames, the sweet gaze, the december.
of a time, when a boy lived who, disappeared
they needed their own love, memories, conceded his,
his toy was his last present. no one with to share,
every year
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