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jaydenbenjaming
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She loves the pages of me, like her favorite book adding small uneven folds to specific moments saving them for later look. She re-reads with braille, a language that molds itself like wet clay on my cracked face; adding touches of water to where the erosion of fears took place.

-Dust- She loves the pages of me like her favorite book, making small uneven folds to specific moments for a later look. She re-reads with braille the language that molds itself like wet clay on my cracked face, adding touches of water to where my erosion of fears took place. She sets stained glass on my smile lines and plants mountains of Earth into my eyes.

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