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Nov 2017
walking on the infinite plane
there's no carbon footprint
I can romp and play

you cant trace me when i
wept the days are long
vivid and strong

small feet pitter patter land
tasting the wheat
and the barley

but they will never understand
how it feels
once we began
Lily
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Lily  18/F/Massachusetts
(18/F/Massachusetts)   
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   Glassmuncher
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