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Dec 2018
flowers that climb to tickle the bottoms of your feet,
falling just to pick yourself up and do it again.
swirl of no-worries, no cloud of darkness
***** hands, messy hair.
something good before the bad
sophia moz
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sophia moz  17/F/new jersey
(17/F/new jersey)   
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