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Apr 2020
Doorway
Tripping in the doorway,
Falling through the frame.
The beyond now lies before me,
Without heart, soul, or name.
Ayn
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Ayn  20/M/Wherever I May Roam
(20/M/Wherever I May Roam)   
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       ---, JD, ScriptedReposts, Salmabanu Hatim, anna and 1 other
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