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Apr 2022
perhaps if i had another voice
to verbally abuse me until I worked
but voice has died and
she I mourn
as I sit here unfeeling
any urgency for what must get done.
Ipomoea quamoclit (cypress vine): Death*, sorrow
*in this case, the death of emotion.
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Acora  21/F/she/her/hers
(21/F/she/her/hers)   
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