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Jul 2018
II
There is no longer a sun that sits in the sky,
It’s rays beam brightly stemming from your eyes.
Heaven is a cool place that rests inside of you.
your speech, a symphony of musical attribute.
When you are near night become day,
love erases fear and eases antiquated heartache.
Aminah Thompson
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Aminah Thompson  29/F/Bronx, NY
(29/F/Bronx, NY)   
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