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Apr 2019
Let the words fall from your lips
Like drips from the rooftop
rhythmic, but without melody

Oh the cold drops on  my neck

But I am a rising tide
To wash us away
Like little the little shells
AD Letwixt
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AD Letwixt  21/Non-binary
(21/Non-binary)   
97
   ---, Fawn and anna
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