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17h
dreams
crows
and corvids
perched on
gravestones
running
faster
until takeoff
sprouting
seeds
trees growing

i would fly
soar
above the world
if i could
just keep from waking up
dreams
ȧ ų ǥ ų ṣ ⱦ
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ȧ ų ǥ ų ṣ ⱦ  13/Gender Fluid/slowly going mad
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