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Nov 2020
Icen fingers
And burning napes.

Winter is moving closer,
And when all’s said and done,
Life still continues.

Even if we’ve all been stopped
For many months.
Ayn
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Ayn  20/M/Wherever I May Roam
(20/M/Wherever I May Roam)   
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