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Feb 2022
i hope you're okay
yearning for the day
you wake up
and walk away
walk away from me
and him
yours, the only whims
bending in the breeze
the stress nearly breaking you
it's time to make like the leaves
before your wither
drying at the root
dying
falling limbs
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Manx Lykeios Pragna  24
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