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  • Devi
  • Jun 28, 2024
  • 1 min read

languid poetry drips from my fingertips 

i string the words together, this and this

i find salvation in the thought of it 

the picturesque, the ignorant bliss

so i try to find a reason why 

gap-toothed and fawn-eyed

as i kiss the bathroom floor, i’m sure 

moulded tiles against bare flesh 

that this feeling will last for evermore Devi is a 15 year old singer-songwriter.

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