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Aug 2022
Beholden
I am begun.
Halted by the myth,
Its peace, a mist, an avalanche.
An ember, flickering in a babies eye.
Beholden. Afowl. Anew.
A ghost.
Maniacal Escape
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Maniacal Escape  30/M/lancashire
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