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Nov 2020
I see so many addictions,
special labels.
These clean surfaces
are getting old,
I want to be white dust
but I fall away
and you can clean me up
but I’ll still clutter
in my own little way.
The day is like a dream
except I don’t sleep.
Written by
Abby  21/Non-binary/United Kingdom
(21/Non-binary/United Kingdom)   
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