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Aug 2018
I've traveled through the night
Against the currents of life
So my troublesome soul
Can find a place to be called home
When I do, its coloured gold
So pure that I can barely hold it
Inside my finger folds
Harry Gione
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Harry Gione  21/Androgynous/South Africa
(21/Androgynous/South Africa)   
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