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Jun 2020
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I feel as if it's hidden
In a long forgotten drawer -

The little tack of happiness
I would stick against the door.

Listing, sinking, drowning:
A ship without a shore,

I'd like to watch my troubles fall
Like ribbons on the floor.

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For lack of a better title.

I don't know.
Aniseed
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Aniseed  122/Mars
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