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Aug 24
I fell into a burrow,
Became nameless like a seed
Becomes shameless out of need.

A well of lerking peril,
A name aimless like a ****
That roams aimlessly as creed.

I fell onto an arrow.
Reuben F
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Reuben F  19/M/United Kingdom
(19/M/United Kingdom)   
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   Jeremy Betts
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