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Feb 2022
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we are wet firewood
soaked in tears, too much for our own good
too ruined to reignite but so much left to burn.
we both know the dry season isn't coming.
Written by
paschelaco  20/F/NC
(20/F/NC)   
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   Miss Ree
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