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May 2020
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I hate how much I’ve missed your face
despite how much you’ve changed.
I scroll and scroll for hours on end,
to no end, to find an end,
to only seeing your face
when the lights go off.
Rupert Pip
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Rupert Pip  24/United Kingdom
(24/United Kingdom)   
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