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Apr 2020
when i lose my ability to feel,
i turn to the moon
his bright light shines through
my darkness

the moon is an anchor,
despite being ever changing
he’s the only thing that stays
flora
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flora  19/F/outerspace
(19/F/outerspace)   
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