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Feb 2020
Tears so severe
They're filling up my ear
I turn to find some ease
To find your face
Your smile, my saving grace
But all I witness now is space.
Space, constantly expanding
Held together by gravity
Souls, in planetary trajectory
Passing to experience epic prosperity
But space does not equal time
Scars do
Woodweaver
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Woodweaver  30/M/Manchester
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