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Nov 2020
I see you in dreams,
those inconsequential things,
shaped in busy slumber.

I call to you - with
continual mutterings
- but do you listen?
nothings may be sweet, but they're nothings
Anais Vionet
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Anais Vionet  20/F/U.S.
(20/F/U.S.)   
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