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May 2020
I often complain about my cot
nestled neatly in the shadows
of the mighty mountains.
I run my mouth in agony instead of my feet.
My mind wanders.
My body freezes under the sunless shade.
Written by
Noemi  F
     Junior McIntyre, Quixotic and ---
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