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Oct 2018
Blue, my love, why must you disgrace me
The green kisses given feel quite hasty
And rest the worry in your mind
The sun shall drool until gone
As the moon breeds a new lovers dawn.
Written by
Andrew  20/M
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   Skye Marshmallow
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