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May 2023
She walked to the edge of the fire light

Tracing her fingers along to shadows

And pretended she was free to go anywhere

Pretended the her glass bubble was big

enough to not be claustrophobic
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Aimée  F/The Past
(F/The Past)   
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   Mike Adam
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