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Aug 2017
nothing would hold
your form for more than
you'd let it.
you choseΒ 
who you were held by
no one else.
and for those fleeting moments
where you were tangible;
i thought you were immutable.
but this was untrue.
Oskar Erikson
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Oskar Erikson  24/M/London
(24/M/London)   
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