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May 2019
tap - drips, reminding
sounds of past lovers and how they still linger on
tiles - a bond, strong
not even your creator can pick you off from where they stand
and how they try
the tap drips offbeat
from the tiles, which I stand
making it hard for me to go to a peaceful dreamland
the baths ocean - hugs me, serenity
Ruby
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Ruby  18/F/Australia
(18/F/Australia)   
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     Bogdan Dragos, Fawn and H-B
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