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i don’t know what it looks like from an outsider’s perspective when i sit for twenty minutes staring at a glass of soy milk unable to make myself take a sip.
Like starlight in a Dark Sky city so many twinkling fingertips
My hands are cupped, quivering, I deliver this gem to your inbox— an invitation
Within the depths of my tormented essence/Dwells a swarm, of a thousand wasps, relentless.