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Mar 2018
Now the tender breeze has gone
I have a fear of what's beyond
I wish I could jump forward in time
To feel the soft home that is mine

I'm feeling kept
I'm feeling trapped
The rain on my windows
Reminds me of the tears I've wept

I can't think of a name for you
Nevertheless my heart is true
I wish I knew what was ahead
But for today I'll write in bed
Emma Bobro
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Emma Bobro  23/Cisgender Female/Santa Barbara, CA
(23/Cisgender Female/Santa Barbara, CA)   
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