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May 2020
apologies written over my head
deep in the earth, over my head
under the ground, over my head

blacker than my teeth from the womb
left too long in darkness, unable to resurrect

speak to me with charity
a shot glass of thought
muddled up by me, in the mirror
a child
(a person)
a kid
(a soul)
no one
(everyone)

written into my muscle
like January
"I am so sorry"
branch of the vine
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branch of the vine  22/F/England
(22/F/England)   
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