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Apr 2019
This city reveals itself as sunset-less.
I never thought I'd miss
the way death is soft
in the fist. The night
is loud, the windows shutter
in their frames.

I can't stop picturing her face.
Sydney Bittner
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Sydney Bittner  21/F
(21/F)   
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     DivineDao, Colm, ---, Perry and Fawn
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