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Nov 2023
seduced by that
innocence
sounding so cruel like deer who
do not know to wait
they run head on
and live or die by chance

that is always the fear -
not even the timing
but the doing

an entire world is waiting
on the other side

so admire the grass
say things
ask.
dreams don't often come walking
Grace
Written by
Grace  F/Voie Des Papillons
(F/Voie Des Papillons)   
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