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Sunday Blurs.

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If I reach the sea in time / The Ache.

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Like the tear rolling down my nose, I let it go

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Mother.

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All my plants are dying. And I watch.

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Pity Party.

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Doubt

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Hold your breath

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Breathwork.

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