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Jun 2019
i follow red threads
back and forth, i am hungry for a map.

as the walls seem to grow further and further away,
i follow the line.

i am ever walking towards something
timid or bold,
the pit is inevitable.
Written by
nianko  27/Cisgender Female/Lisbon
(27/Cisgender Female/Lisbon)   
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     nianko and Bogdan Dragos
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