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Apr 2021
in blurry sight I discerned
the shape of your face-
an ink kissed by a drop of water-
and I thought I cloud draw you
a thousand times

I woke up and you weren’t here
and I thought I’d rather look at you
a thousand more
Written by
Tanya  F/Dislocated
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