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approval is like a melted stamp

red with hints of golden

stuck on the very first face

of an expensive letter


approval, on the sharp side

violates my body like the tides

shelling it of any warmth

at any means necessary


palms turned to the burning sun

i seek approval like thirst

like lust in the edge of teenage years

like the next page of a vanilla book

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