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May 2020
I could sit here hopeless.
A beige life at a beige desk
overrun with copper coins, constantly
counting, clutching,
capitulating in favour of
blue skies, white clouds.
Infinite majesty a roaring in my ears.
Written by
Sophie bird
127
   shamamama and Mark S
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