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Mar 2020
Words stabbing as swords,
But who cares?
It’s all under floorboards.
The title’s a bit weird, but my mind’s staring to come back to me a bit. It wasn’t a forced poem, but nor was that short narrative I wrote last night. Words hurt. Make sure you know what you’re saying.
Ayn
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Ayn  20/M/Wherever I May Roam
(20/M/Wherever I May Roam)   
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     ---, Reyna, Grey and Cayley Raven
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