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Mar 2021
Who or what I wonder now
Sow what’s hidden I forget to howl
In times to struggle I thought was there
Without to think without a care

Be kind be gentle of what you think
Life of struggle the smell of ink
Every word and every sign
Not being the truth to find

I’m deep of sorrow in every way
There to believe hidden in hay
Key to find unlock to open
Nothing to have hands of spoken
Written by
Julie
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