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Jun 24
Wide eyed, your hope,
It filled lives with fluid dreams.

Your life felt like home,
Reminding us all to be grateful in time.

My time is a chokehold,
How can I live my life knowing yours has died.

Through sunflower fields of hatred,
You were someone to me lost to time.
Louisa Coller
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Louisa Coller  26/Non-binary/England
(26/Non-binary/England)   
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