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Dec 2020
As you drift away
Like a long-forgotten shirt;
Growing yellow on the clothesline,
I stand,
Immobilized and Immortalized
Within the reaper’s ace of spades.
That makes 3. It’s definitely me. There’s no point in denying it. There never was a point in the start though, nor did I ever deny it. But how do I change?
Ayn
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Ayn  20/M/Wherever I May Roam
(20/M/Wherever I May Roam)   
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     Grey, Ayesha, --- and ---
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