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Jun 2017
Your eyes are rough, warm, divine
Close them, for a whileΒ Β 
put out the fire in me.

Together we are brittle, new, fools
In heart, or my mind
the warmth it still lingers.

But when we reach the end
I'll close mine too; then we can be beautiful.
gleck
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gleck  21/M/UK
(21/M/UK)   
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