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Apr 2018
The window,
you look straight through all the snow that's falling down.
A ghost,
shattered into a million pieces falling on the ground.
The devil,
swimming through the endless, formless fertile sound.
Sleepless night,
light today.


O Fortuna,
bring me up.

O Fortuna,
take me down.
Dylan Growcoot
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Dylan Growcoot  20/M/Sheffield, UK
(20/M/Sheffield, UK)   
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