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Apr 2019
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we are so strange we keep
saying, goodmorning,
blinking against winter
cold sunshine,
do we say
please and
thank you trace
patterns in my
skin
once again?
Written by
Hope Peck  21/F/Philadelphia
(21/F/Philadelphia)   
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