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Feb 2021
I imagine that the wind flowing through my hair
is your hand weaving through the strands,
as I stand
in the midnight air...

I imagine that,
alone in the place where I used to hold you close
as my tears begin to enclose me
in the midnight air...
Alicia Moore
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Alicia Moore  22/F/Ireland
(22/F/Ireland)   
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