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Jan 2021
I love the water,
though I swim in murky tides.
Treading through the weeds.
Yes, another haiku. Part 7

I've been consciously pretending. For me, for them, for her. I was so happy and then it hit me like a murky tide. And yet I'm still pretending and it hurts to now.
Grace
Written by
Grace  F/Voie Des Papillons
(F/Voie Des Papillons)   
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