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#6 (thank you, dears)
Thank you, dears.
For marched words
rawed bare, from
placard rage
to simpered
platitudes.
For now, plain,
awful grief
is just. Mine.
Tuesday 30th March 2021 10:04 am
feministpoetry (Remove filter)
Thank you, dears.
For marched words
rawed bare, from
placard rage
to simpered
platitudes.
For now, plain,
awful grief
is just. Mine.
Tuesday 30th March 2021 10:04 am
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