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Oct 25
sunday snow,

incompleted,

i smell previous meals beneath it,

but I'm not complete,

an art that is flourished,

some words that unburden,

but forget the cost.
Written by
charles  29/M
(29/M)   
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     Innocentia Hlophe, girlrinth, Aria, --- and leia
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