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Nov 2020
Still - she lay.

Her mind had waged war,
upon desires of her heart.

Still - she lay,
Alone.
These months are healing me - as I slowly grow into my own skin again. I feel alone, but that's okay.
Fayre
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Fayre  23/F/Located in passing
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