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Mar 2022
slight tingles with a blurry green
something bites at my eyes, wanting tears to fall
saying I do while I float away
float away, on a lily pad ushered by waves
carrying my body to a new room
ocean beds bedded tufts garden bed
well, I'm here
I'm here
acacia
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acacia  F/orbis
(F/orbis)   
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