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Grazie, Damien.

In a place I no longer have to hold my breath.

I breathe freely

But then I see that my oxygen

Is poisened

Cough cough

Cough cough

I guess that’s…

Tag Wendy Cockcroft Notes from the Hill Kiwi’s Stories Night Cracks Marc Sean

Reaching to find your eyes

I come undone as I rise

Each try will be effort toward devotion

Your mind is not desert, it’s an ocean

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