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Nov 2021
I'm just scribbling in the wind
Babbling to dead trees
I wonder why I even begin
painting portraits no one sees

I'm just spitting into a void
Barely whispering from a well
I wonder if anyone hears my voice
It's becoming hard to tell
Zoe Mae
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Zoe Mae  40/F/Massachusetts
(40/F/Massachusetts)   
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