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Jul 2018
Like apparitions
on a winter morning,
empty husks we have become.
Lingering—
cold and breathless things;
dead things.
Gabrielle Celeste
Written by
Gabrielle Celeste  25/F/Niagara Falls
(25/F/Niagara Falls)   
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     Wk kortas, ---, Logan and Fawn
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