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Sep 2021
The park is fading,
but the trees still scraping my chest,
My face, my neck.
Throwing up truths,
I see you by my side.
Once again, you clear my sky.
I don't know why you still here,
with my knotted mind in my hand,
my heart blue and my dark steps.
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I'm not Anne  21/Cis
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