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Mar 2020
drip
drip
drip

pour
pour
pour

the tears fall down my face

right into the bathroom sink
A poem every day
15/3/20

too tired to catch up. will probably do so later
Vic
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Vic  17/Genderqueer/Your local grocery store
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