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Dec 2016
A candle burnt to wick
seeing makes me sick
the clock goes tick tick
a cut,scrape or nick
and i'm back to square one.

i try, try again
but darkness is my friend
the time i had to lend
but i'm nearing to the end
and i'm back to square one.
Nemo W
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Nemo W  22/Gender Fluid
(22/Gender Fluid)   
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