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Apr 2021
It will grow till it is nice a vibrate, how it connects one to each other
Forming a bind strong to defend droplets.
Each quarter you see it to grow till peaks to fall.
Colors to create a new environment
Once it becomes cold, a disappearance is what is told.
GarçonDelLaOcean
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GarçonDelLaOcean  25/M/Cali
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     ryn and Aishu
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