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Nov 2021
Kneeling o’er your lap,
Along my neck, your shaky breath,
I almost can ignore
Our love’s inevitable death.

- p. winter
Penelope Winter
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Penelope Winter
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     Zeena Miedema and Moholo Kawahi
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