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Apr 2018
This weather brings out the worst in you, all the pain and misery came from hibernation.
The gold that lasted in yours eyes and that I've grown to love, disappeared right along with the sun's warmth.
Something died my love, something is dead indeed.
Shanijua
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Shanijua  24/F/Brookhaven
(24/F/Brookhaven)   
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     KM Hanslik and Ceida Uilyc
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