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Sep 2020
one day I will be oh-
so tall and with my gathered tears
i will build a water wall
nor paddle nor wind for I
will be flying
with a cast of all those with prisoner tongues marching behind me.
Written by
Lieke  20/F/Netherlands
(20/F/Netherlands)   
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