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May 2020
Always awake, why is it night?
Limbs shake, standing at the precipice.

And I want someone to hold me.
Face gaunt, I dreamt of it.
Limbs shake, I awoke to it.
And I want someone to hold me.
Always awake, too much to be.
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Puck Everlasting  16/F
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