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May 2015
6th
I wasn’t sure if it was
the pounding of my heart,
the gentle autumn touch,
or your smile I call art
but it happened all too fast
Under the radiant moon
it happened like a dream
a dream too good to be true
Mitch Prax
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Mitch Prax  32/M/Australia
(32/M/Australia)   
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