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Feb 2019
habitual mourning
for nothing in particular
choking on rope
for miles
and miles
and miles
until i reached the frayed end
just to realize
it was anchored to nothing
on the opposite size
Written by
caroline  21/F
(21/F)   
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     Toreinss Pinwinkel III, Fawn and Jen
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