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Dec 2023
i qik o lun
je flu o kon
ju na ni dun
põ gip e bon

i qat ni sek
so nau po kal
ju txexnexek
po wu no zal
Planets spin. And air flows. But now I know that good things are destroyed.
I remain safe only during warmth. But oh! How quickly absence comes.
Filomena
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Filomena  24/F/Pennsylvania
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