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Apr 2020
I thought that I was shackled by time
I cursed the walls that rendered me stillΒ Β 
No racing forward, no pacing back
Nothing and nowhere to be, but now
And now, the gaol is my sanctum
Nyaituga
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Nyaituga  F/Australia
(F/Australia)   
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