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The birds whistle their song Traces of soft grass in the air A prickly warmth on my back A clench on my lungs. Children’s laughter, a distant echo The ice cream van tune A stop motion picture A clench on my lungs. Elderly couples hold hands A dog chases a ball The world is turning as there’s a clench on my lungs.
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May 20, 2024
May 20, 2024 at 11:48 AM UTC
The ice cream van tune
The birds whistle their song Traces of soft grass in the air A prickly warmth on my back A clench on my lungs. Children’s laughter, a distant echo The ice cream van tune A stop motion picture A clench on my lungs. Elderly couples hold hands A dog chases a ball The world is turning as there’s a clench on my lungs.
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35/F/Cotswolds
May 20, 2024
May 20, 2024 at 11:48 AM UTC
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