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Apr 2017
A walk to a known place,
I cannot help but glimpse the mirage of your face,

Finest of hair and the brightest of eyes,
It's here you caught me by surprise,

Serene moments like these were made to please,
Casted aside was our unease,

Yet, every moment predated,
If only you could have waited.
Stephen Rutledge
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Stephen Rutledge  20/M/Australia
(20/M/Australia)   
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