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Jun 2018
He spoke something of rivers, stars and redwood trees with a fire in his eyes that could have burned the forest at his feet. And the diamond shards of dewy grass were always tears I never let you see, so I waited until dawn to finally set my spirit

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Sharon Knipe  17/F/Perth
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