(2020- )

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freedom to not

looked like happiness

filled my lungs

with liminal light

and airy birdsong

I did not know it then

that I was living

larval

intense

and reticent

necessity to not

looked like sadness

filled my heart

with vague regret

not realising

those were last times

we did not know it

but we were already

living posthumously

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