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Feb 2015
Out by the sunsest
Where lovers lie
And smoke by the river
Drinking ashen wine
Gone are the eyes
With moonlit shine
Now only tombstones
Reading "mine"
Of all creations
With concepts of time
Lonely are the lovers
Born to die.
will edit at a later date
Georgia Marginson-Swart
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Georgia Marginson-Swart  22/F/London
(22/F/London)   
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