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Jan 2022
the surfacy front of things
is always never the truth of things
when the end comes
it will not feel like an end
later
you will remember
and weep for its loss
11.23.2021
Billie Marie
Written by
Billie Marie  46/F/Chicago
(46/F/Chicago)   
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