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Feb 2020
dark and cold
memories black and old

none can save me
so why would you dare try?

can you not see
how I can never cry?

no blood dripped
when my soul was ripped

to shreds on the floor
as i watched in pain

There's nothing in this life
for a nomad in the shrapnel rain.
Keith Strand
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Keith Strand  21/Non-binary/The Viridian Wilds
(21/Non-binary/The Viridian Wilds)   
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     Gracie Anne and Hafsa
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