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Dec 2023
Hollow… I follow each day grasping to the threads of survival, I can breathe and I can eat I am alive but I am only just that. There is no fire that drives these bones there is no heat for this soul, I am nothing with you.
Laurel Leaves
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Laurel Leaves  Los Angeles, CA
(Los Angeles, CA)   
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