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Feb 2023
I was in love with a wasteland
because it was once home to sunflowers.
My memories had become locusts
and left nothing to grow in their wake.
Little did I know that the sunflowers
did not stand a chance.
Mitch Prax
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Mitch Prax  32/M/Australia
(32/M/Australia)   
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