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Dec 2024
I feel like a tree in summer
plenty of outside, so you
may not see the rotting inside.
Birds peck at me all day
even when the sky turns blue
in the winter dark, my insides are still able to hide.
jesse f kowalski
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jesse f kowalski  19/Other/England
(19/Other/England)   
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