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Jun 2021
I sit and open the words I know
You look and ask, passing shadow
Hold back, inner voice would block
Needles no point in shock

Beautiful soul to read my words
Chimes to look, no verse
Notes on white no role rehearse
One day were sit and wipe the curse

And then the mould will set free
The final truth
I keep
Written by
Julie
95
     ap, Brett, Zoi Ardens and Pr nandni
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