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Seb Jun 2011
every root must
avoid the pluck of
disasters’ strings;
granted time it must
break the surface’s
earthen prison.
Dipper Jul 2020
It''s hard sometimes
you send me the invite
without proper foresight
I don't understand
nobody sees me
I'm no longer free
to sing what I need

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