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yet she [Death] waits for me every year,to so delicately undo an old wound, to empty my breath from its bad prison.
Reece Beckett
Jess the Avocado
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Reminds me of Emily Dickinson too
Lover of the arts. Master of Applied Psychology. https://ko-fi.com/squeezetheavocado
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