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Nov 2017
There is a mark on your cheek.
A token of something that used to be.

A shadowed corner of a smile,
Of a giddy mood and conspiracy.

A memory of lick and press and yet to be
And bunch of butterflies. But yet a memory.
Ioana - Silvia Manea
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         Anderson M, Hannah Christina, ---, ---, --- and 15 others
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