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Mar 2020
i care what people think
i'm now standing at the brink
in one hand p'haps my last drink
my mind and heart out of sync
n'er been a great swimmer so maybe i'll sink
my eyes move to the sky, strangely pink
even if i want to, i can’t blink
until i hear the distant clink
wait, where am i? aloud i think
in my office, says the shrink
Zia
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Zia  F/England
(F/England)   
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   Traci Sims
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