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Nov 2024
a wailing groan
fists of triumph
lies
the shards of broken promises
from this shallow vase
cut anyone who try to fix it.
Do you really have the answer
or are you just raising your hand?
Written by
Dom  M
(M)   
154
   Lizzie Bevis and renseksderf
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