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Dec 2022
I laugh
And with every bellow
A ploud of sand arises,
catching light with each grain
The roar hits my ears
As tears dry by the sun's
light
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laura
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laura  Sacramento, CA, USA
(Sacramento, CA, USA)   
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   j a connor and dilshé
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