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Jul 2023
The smell of childhood ***
creeps out with the morning
like rays of light through the trees, the scattered pupils watch
Talking through the fence

All this summer makes me sick
memories of my hometown
and the ant colony men
who've been alone for too long
and only look for ways
to spread their disease
winter
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winter  21/Non-binary
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