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Brp/Blrrpl (She/They)
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I make stuff.
Old and empty am I, a rib cage left hollow.
My panes shudder, sheet metal scrapes.
The car passes through, ignorant.
My old lungs heave dust.
Barely remembered, already forgotten.
#poetry
Old and empty am I, a rib cage left hollow.
My panes shudder, sheet metal scrapes.
The car passes through, ignorant.
My old lungs heave dust.
Barely remembered, already forgotten.
#poetry