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Mar 2022
It comes from nowhere
It's the faint, burning prickle
Springs behind your eyes
Bidding you stop and wonder
Why your breath caught in your throat.
Mrs Ashley Somebody
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Mrs Ashley Somebody  27/F/No longer wandering :)
(27/F/No longer wandering :))   
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