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Oct 2020
soft spoken,
a need
to scream.

when the day seems
too far, I’ll put
anything in between.

these hands are
nothing new,
and we’re still
learning to agree

is it the room
spinning, or is
it me?
Written by
Eduardo Monroy
151
     Påłpëbŕå and Frances Raeburn
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