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May 2018
While you gone, off to the island of rose and golden sunsets, bathing in the salt water that finishes the texture of your skin. I was in a parallel. Pondering your life within mine. Bypassing the time that I spent hopeing on your arrival. Foreven when you would arrive, I alone faced that uncontrollable truth, that you would not be mine
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Pelayo  17/M/Sonoma county California
(17/M/Sonoma county California)   
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