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Sep 2018
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Portland stone dreads my feet.
Burrow my fate into you,
Love, for this is love.
Doves groan when caught in havoc
And I fear when stung by manic
Sadness.
Written by
Andrew  20/M
(20/M)   
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   eileen
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