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Feb 2021
Great old Black birds bathe beneath blacker storms,
Songs free, flee the clatter,
Raindrops dance till they shatter,
Sad none of this will matter.
Written by
ArianLlwyn  24/Transfeminine
(24/Transfeminine)   
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   misha
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