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Dec 2022
This time of year
Close to Christmas
Thoughts of family
Flood the lonely mind,
The twisted complexities
Which attaches us
To one another...
We are bound.

Whether you like it or not
We are bound.

*** holes.
kromwellfarkus
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kromwellfarkus  38/M/Australia
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