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Mar 2018
there is a deadened look in the eyes of all the men i’ve ever cared for,
is it from me?
i only want to plant life inside of you,
grow with you,
blossom with you.
but instead i am brushing off ashes
from something i once knew as home
house fires **** and the plants inside die with them
chloe fleming
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chloe fleming  20/F/nowhere
(20/F/nowhere)   
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     George, Katie Jacobs and Imran Islam
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