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Dec 2021
I ask into the air,
I ask, and I ask,
and it comforts me to ask,
questions floating above me,
swimming around me,
like an early summer's
dew-dropped morning

I ask like I breathe,
and am wiser for asking,
regardless - no, in spite -
of not knowing.
Written by
meadowbrook  27/F/Sydney
(27/F/Sydney)   
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