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Jan 2019
You scratch he’d our names into a tree
surrounded them with a heart.
Now I’m set free
as I hang above set apart.
s Willow
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s Willow  22/Gender Fluid/Any dark room
(22/Gender Fluid/Any dark room)   
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     s Willow and Perry
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