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My hands ****** deep into my pockets, searching for reconciliation; every rummage a sacred act. I’m reaching for emotional growth; but just pulling out splinters, plectrums and bits of fluff. The keys have to be in here somewhere.
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Nov 2, 2020
Nov 2, 2020 at 5:59 PM UTC
Rummage
My hands ****** deep into my pockets, searching for reconciliation; every rummage a sacred act. I’m reaching for emotional growth; but just pulling out splinters, plectrums and bits of fluff. The keys have to be in here somewhere.
Purcy
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52/M/Earth
Nov 2, 2020
Nov 2, 2020 at 5:59 PM UTC
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