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Jan 2018
I am the moon child
that drips herself
in the beams of gold
while the stars hover
over me in a
forest made of earth
spread my nature on
your barren chest
let the moon cloud
you in eternal dust
as bliss holds you
to the arms of the moon
Angelique
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Angelique  20/F
(20/F)   
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     Maxx, Wy and kevin hamilton
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