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Celi Glastris
i spent months in songs that drooped downwards
obsessing over my own skin
looking out windows walls plates mirrors
carving designs into desks
counting tiles on the ground
tying knots
answering the wrong questions
staring at ice
i hope she'd be proud
distorted memories -
00:00 / 00:00
a mess of chewed nails gripped the desk
covered in tallies of blank stares and a stack marked with red
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