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Aug 17
Like a cloud of smoke,
My past lingers over me as I choke for air
Until you are gone,
It’s not going anywhere

So for this I am sorry dear,
But I must let you go
You can’t water a flower that has been pulled from its roots and expect it to grow
Amber
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Amber  F/Perth, Western Australia
(F/Perth, Western Australia)   
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