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Sep 2017
Your Irish white skin I hold so tightly above a powdered sand background.
Pools of salted rock and starfish we admire with lushness.
Only the crashing of the waves to keep us company with your windswept fringe I stroke so caringly.
If I could die right now it would be perfectly completing.
Pineapples
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Pineapples  Gloucester
(Gloucester)   
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   Isabelle
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