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Dec 2020
The world kind of died
Since you came around
The flowers all lost
Rivers nowhere to be found
It's could outside
The trees are bare
The streets are empty
I can't find you anywhere
A poem every day
22/8/20
Vic
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Vic  17/Genderqueer/Your local grocery store
(17/Genderqueer/Your local grocery store)   
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   --- and Preston Burt
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