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Apr 2020
cold window panes,

pressed across my face,

facing demons,

how they break the warm feelings,

with such hatred, without meaning,

i'm mindful, it's fleeting,

i'm falling, but it's freeing.
Written by
charles  29/M
(29/M)   
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