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Jul 2012
I met him once,
under a hazy night
that leaked gasoline.
He looked like light,
but he was fire.
Β©Nicola-Isobel H.          08.07.2012
Isobel G
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Isobel G  25/F/Australia
(25/F/Australia)   
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