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Nov 2019
I have been buried
and grown used to
utter darkness

But I dug myself
slowly
out of my own grave  

I could finally
kiss the sun,
and taste the flowers

I hope it lasts
I hope I last
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     ---, neth jones, Jules and CarolineSD
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