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Nov 2024
Ephemeral winter
Dead grass & springs flowers at her feet.
The bees are making honey while the rot gets ate by flies.
No betterment of heart in a body full of lies.
Aurelia
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Aurelia  41/F/Lismore, Australia
(41/F/Lismore, Australia)   
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