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Jan 2020
Don’t know how, don’t know when, she became the poet of my heart, and I was lost again. All the things I forgot I could feel, she wrote into my story again. Everything a poet describes was standing right in front of me.
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Chloe Martin Snell
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Chloe Martin Snell
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Chloe Martin Snell  24/F/Canada
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