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Feb 2021
Drying Ink
Until the ink dries.
That's what I say.
Maybe those thoughts
Will
Float away.
Memories that are distant
Thoughts that
Sway.
Easily broken like
Fragile, freshly blown glass.
Jessica
Written by
Jessica  35/F/Lavonia, GA
(35/F/Lavonia, GA)   
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