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Jake Platt
SUNNY AND SEVEN DEGREES
I can bide my time always but not forever
I’ve been eating the difference between
hard and soft fragility, as it curdles
Give me some empty words,
that I might fill them up with all of
the things that are too small to be
manageable without some container
that I retrieved from drawers that
I can’t compel myself to throw away
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