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Apr 2021
Me
There is nothing but
the outside of me
left
this face
this skin
the inside of me
has slowly begun to
wither
from within.
Written by
Frances Raeburn  F/London
(F/London)   
119
     Lori Jones McCaffery, Ledge, --- and Eshwara Prasad
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