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Dec 2019
You let your hands rush by the ivy,
ripping off every leaf you could get them on.
Only to drop them when no longer desired,
broken women, scattered across the lawn.
- N.N.
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NN  20/M/Rotterdam
(20/M/Rotterdam)   
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