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Feb 2017
Gatsby's lost love was green
Your crush is bright blue
But I have definitely seen
What it means to both of you

And I really hate
To be a critic of dreams
But when momens abate
There's less chance than there seems

So please slow down, old sport
I've seen this story before
Please don't tell her that retort
When you walk out of the door
Breeze-Mist
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Breeze-Mist  19/F/North America
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