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Oct 2020
Somedays I hate the way my own body heat, collects and is in entrapped within. In the arms of wind I nowtimes wish, that I could relax again and just for a moment be. Truly, cool and light, airy and free.
Not serene. Just tired of thought and the comforting heat. Please no more. Please. Just let me be.
Colm
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