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Sep 2020
Carbon Monoxide is seeping,
it's seeping,
I don't seep, I sink.

I sing,
like the breeze.

I sleep like the sun
in the months
of perpetual rain. I slink
and I hide
from the fire and sage.

And nothing
could stop me
from feeling this way.
Genevieve
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Genevieve  19/F/USA
(19/F/USA)   
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       REY, ---, MJ, ---, ilias and 1 other
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