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Oct 2020
The world rejects me
tastes then spits me out
such a bitter texture on the tongue
I have been given the ability
to understand & argue
both sides of an issue
might just be a symptom
of my fickle disease
I am a toy in life's childish hands
spreading sneezes
as it shares me with the other worlds
Bowedbranches
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Bowedbranches  26/F/TN, Usa
(26/F/TN, Usa)   
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