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Apr 2018
Tick Tock
I think
therefore
I am
afraid
the hand
will take
what it
has made
and I
will fade
into
the snow
before
I find
a place
to grow.
Matt Shade
Written by
Matt Shade  25/M/Dislocated
(25/M/Dislocated)   
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