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Jan 2018
The other day
we strung up fairy lights for New Year's,
popped prosecco because we're too cheap for champagne,
kissed under confetti with glitter on our lips.

It's been grey since then,
the after party is never as good as the real thing.
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Chloe Ivy Rose Smith
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Chloe Ivy Rose Smith  21/F/Winchester
(21/F/Winchester)   
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