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May 2019
Sugar rushed
From your bedroom to the mountains
Where I was pushed
Left to fall
Cosseted by them all, their encouragements from the top
why was I going down?
Head first, limbs here and there
You were here, then there
Traced back on my back,
Black on black
So dark you could see the dust, and the dog hair
Stars from afar
branch of the vine
Written by
branch of the vine  22/F/England
(22/F/England)   
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     Fawn, Rick, Mind Matterer, Bogdan Dragos and CLG
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