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Sep 2019
The world is green,
But slowly dying,
And i have got to go.

Show my loved ones
Where I'm falling
To the land of cold, white snow.

I am free to
Spare my falling.
I can save, save my soul.

From all this worry
And expectations
Of how I'm supposed to go
Bede
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Bede  20/Agender/The Valley, Franklin
(20/Agender/The Valley, Franklin)   
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