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Jan 2023
I find myself peeking through
a window I had closed long ago.
All that remains is shadow and silence
of a life long left behind.
That place builds up dust now,
an empty room that I
once called home.
Mitch Prax
Written by
Mitch Prax  32/M/Australia
(32/M/Australia)   
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     SiouxF and Weeping willow
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