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Jan 2020
I felt like I was in love
with a wasteland because it
once birthed a bed of flowers.
I was in love with memories
that had long since passed-
my mind became my enemy.
Little did I know that those flowers
were poisonous little things.
Mitch Prax
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Mitch Prax  32/M/Australia
(32/M/Australia)   
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