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May 2018
There is sadness in it all
your gaze towards the stars
fuzz peach-soft
your voice
bitter as a bad patch of coffee
kisses filled with pomegranade love:
I swallow little seeds of doubt
in hazy sweet cotton or crisp clear morning
there
is
sadness
late night 14.05
Maddie
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Maddie  21/F
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