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Nov 2019
The dark was weighing on me

took the sleep that I was walking,

so I led myself to reap

all the riles I’ve been planting-

Yes I’ve read your warning message

saw the dread that you were spreading

but I misread the bleating red

and fell short of my descending.
05/11/2019
I'm not really sure what to tag any more, so I'll leave it.
Christina
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Christina  London
(London)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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