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Jun 2020
When evening comes, warm light floods our living room and
bounces off all the quiet angles of your skin.
The rays drink deeply from your pores
as all the gold in the world fills our little home,
and we’re the richest people alive.
Caitlin Stanway-Williams
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Caitlin Stanway-Williams  25/F
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