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Mar 2021
Almost too much, a cursed grail
A heavy stone rolling down a hill
Almost too much when I fell down
Almost too much when I hit the ground
Almost too much when the she-bird sang
A sorrowful song sodden with pain
Almost too much, too much when I failed
A heavy stone rolling down a hill
Almost.
Written by
Malia  17/F/Stuck in my home :p
(17/F/Stuck in my home :p)   
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