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Sep 2017
I don’t know if I’ve really let all the sadness seep through my pores;

Every inch,

Till

it

cascades

down

in

all

its

wept

glory.
vea vents
Written by
vea vents  Sydney, Australia
(Sydney, Australia)   
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