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Oct 2017
Our Time
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sweet as ambrosia
fleeting as dew
my heart, the tongue
our end, mid-morning sun
my heart, victim of mind
chases mid-morning sun
never forgets the taste
of the fleeting dew
#heartbreak #longing
Maxx
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Maxx  22/M/Philly
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