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Warm vanilla ice cream
I describe my vulnerability like a sundae,
I give myself permission to cry
Tears itch if you let them dry
they stay
Soaked into my skin like unwanted scars
Reminding me of a harder time that's not too far
I remember you like a sandy beach.
The sun creating heat,
Melting my vanilla ice cream.





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