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Apr 2020
skip in my step
grief behind me
beats pulsing through my speakers
dont rush, slow touch
sun streaks through the window
the journey to self
power radiating
letting go of these scripts
in freeing my heart
i, too, set you free.
queenofwands
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queenofwands  28/F/Victoria
(28/F/Victoria)   
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   Eloisa
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