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Sep 2021
I don’t know.alone ness
although I am touching the edge of it
It’s sharp but
oddly soft
it’s cold but
strangely warm
it’s alien but
somehow feels like home
Written by
Frances Raeburn  F/London
(F/London)   
148
     izzn, Safana, mikecccc and Imran Islam
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