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Jul 2022
Sometimes I am thousands of characters
In a long lost book,
Sometimes I am that heavy smell
On a newly printed page, and
Sometimes I am just the effort
In the ink, flowing on your thumb.
Written by
Ursula Wolf  25/F/Hungary
(25/F/Hungary)   
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