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Jun 2022
no longer
maybe he will push me
or blush me
or sweep me
under the rug

yet, from the attic above
i was an echo, a thud
my body just now a weight
but no longer, i could
Thomas Alan
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Thomas Alan  M/Newcastle, UK
(M/Newcastle, UK)   
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