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Apr 2020
A barricade, a blockade, bars my path.
“Perhaps I’m lost,” I sigh,
Trying in vain not to cry.
I yield and watch time slip by.
An attempt at the welsh englyn style (englyn unodl union if you're curious) in English.
Written by
ArianLlwyn  27/Transfeminine
(27/Transfeminine)   
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