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Dec 2021
Crystals cry down the window pane, as tears like diamonds wet the page. No light reflects in these empty jewels as a damp heart bound by lies will not ignite. Now four ankles plant in the sandy bed, hooks drag deep and thoughts bleed red.
Abbie Affleck
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Abbie Affleck  21/F/Newcastle
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