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Nov 2020
those beautiful green mountains
white in winter
so fresh in spring
why was I not born there
why here
why was my name
not that I could choose
will I know when I die
until I wake up
I will not know I slept
until I'm awake
so I don't yet know
where I belong
unless I get there
ghost
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ghost  16/F/im lost
(16/F/im lost)   
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     CZ and Carrie Crusoe
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