sethdug10
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Joined: January 2024 Last seen: 3 months ago

Submitted Poems 3 total

(mule) cold feet writhe in the cool breeze of the wind, your head is down, looking at shadows on the pavement. Your bright dress isn’t fond of the look on your face, glancing at the world around you. the sun interlocks between your fingers and grips... – *by seth dugray*	5 Views added 3 months ago	Rating
(average) walk by but they don’t remember by face, nor do they remember at all. I glance through the empty space for something that is out of reach, someone I used to know. the memory might be worth more than recovering nothing from myself,... – *by seth dugray*	1 View added 3 months ago	Rating
(average) walk by but they don’t remember by face, nor do they remember at all. I glance through the empty space for something that is out of reach, someone I used to know. the memory might be worth more than recovering nothing from myself,... – *by seth dugray*	1 View added 3 months ago	Rating

cold feet writhe in the cool breeze of the wind, your head is down, looking at shadows on the pavement. Your bright dress isn’t fond of the look on your face, glancing at the world around you. the sun interlocks between your fingers and grips...

– by seth dugray

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walk by but they don’t remember by face, nor do they remember at all.

I glance through the empty space for something that is out of reach, someone I used to know.

the memory might be worth more than recovering nothing from myself,...

– by seth dugray

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added 3 months ago

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