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Mar 2022
I shall not force your fist to uncurl,
But, should your hand open,
Of its own volition,
Mine will always be ready to hold.
How dangerous, my readiness
To be yours.

- p. winter
I am very sick and very sad and weeks behind in every class
Penelope Winter
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