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Mar 2019
The garden overflown
with rolled up cigarette buts,
Where the roots of our ruts
grow beneath the sut.

Suffocated;
Like statements never stated
That daisy chain bracelet;
You won’t find it here

“Enough we’ve waited”
you say losing patience
When the words “I love you”
Are hard to hear
Mr Shankley
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Mr Shankley  21/M/Great Britain
(21/M/Great Britain)   
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