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Oct 2020
my pillow lays me to peace
to remind me of everything
i never had to be a possession

soft fantasies leave me at dawn
for it is time to return to reality

the sun rises to kiss my face
to grasp the sense of my fears

because what could should & would
are stored away within my pillow
constant daydream of false words
Sydney Rose
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Sydney Rose  20/F/US
(20/F/US)   
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   Kyle, Eshwara Prasad and nadia yahya
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