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Oct 2015
love walked on the moon
before any of you
laid your eyes upon it
and love got drunk
on itself
before any of you
took a sip of that wine
and when love finally
makes its way home
it will be before you
but only in order to wait
for your arrival
Anabel
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Anabel  New York
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