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Sep 2020
I did not know
Love was a competition or a fraud
Is love a symbol of hope after all
Or but a shadow
Carried by death
As a mark on my door for eternity

I don’t think my brain is working clearly
Written by
jojo  Gender Fluid
(Gender Fluid)   
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