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Feb 2019
I am somewhere between
the lines of refined crystalline
and decaying detritus
but much closer still
to the mud of this hill
and the rotting tree
that I see
before me.
Brenna Gracely
Written by
Brenna Gracely  24/F
(24/F)   
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     Imran Islam and Fawn
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