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Feb 2021
There are words I hold in
Drafts rooted in the stumps of my fingertips
That may never branch into trees
Lexie
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Lexie  22/F/Spent Out
(22/F/Spent Out)   
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     atticus wilson, Indeed, Autumn and Crow
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