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Aug 2021
I was made for retreating,
enjoying the fickle flicker
of hair follicles
slowly flowing,
falling and
folding over
as I am feeling the
fleeting airflow
of the early evening.
Graff1980
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Graff1980  43/M/Springfield Illinois
(43/M/Springfield Illinois)   
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