She rose in the morning
as she always did
entering the caravan
to wake them all up.
Except the caravan
was wrong
a different id
another joke, get over it.
inktuition
writing my life and soul
She rose in the morning
as she always did
entering the caravan
to wake them all up.
Except the caravan
was wrong
a different id
another joke, get over it.
inktuition 
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