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Apr 2020
So she pondered:
have I given up
will I wake the morrow
     wishing I hadn't?
the spark darkened
the weariness conquering
     slipping me
     into that blank space
with no walls
no windows
no doors
just empty
Written by
ajullion  F/Washington
(F/Washington)   
95
   BLT and Khoisan
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