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Jul 2020
Bitter realism extends its wing
Into a disentangled bind
Unobtrusively occupied by the ifs of it's why
Such things carry suspect
For this thin whisper of past does haunt
Inbound harrowing my soundness
A frosty reminder of how hurried is time
Written by
Katie Bedger  F
(F)   
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