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Aug 2022
All was gone
They left
The weather was changing
Holding on to my true self
I am sad, alone
Weeping
seeds that will set you free.
Fly high.
Take me away wind
I don’t belong.


Shell ✨🐚
Solange Loe-Sack-Sioe
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   Sarita Aditya Verma and Aishu
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