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Apr 2020
You were woven into my dreams
       and still are
   the rain trickling down the windshield of the van
     and the grey light shining through the dream-catcher.


         ...     ...     ...


        I couldn't determine
    your true wants and needs
   so I thought best to give you
     what I felt in my dreams.
Brenna Gracely
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Brenna Gracely  24/F
(24/F)   
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