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Dec 2020
I wish I wrote the way I thought
Obsessively, maddening
With a hunger that can't be fed
I'd write until my fingers gave out
Until it was a black abyss
An immeasurable, deep, void with no words left
Caitlyn Fletcher
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Caitlyn Fletcher  25/F
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     Kitten Yvad, CarolineSD and CAL
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