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Nov 2020
Tripping
Passing by I catch a glimpse,
of something alien to me.
The image morphs as I watch,
who I used to be melt away.
The flesh hangs off my face,
and my hands collect the pieces.
Darling
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Darling  20/F/New Jersey
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