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Dec 2018
The sky was ****
and the clouds were wet as dew,
The night was misty, just me and my woes
Like the rain, rinsed me I bathed in guilt.  
I reckoned a furry that sparked a storm,
For the moon was my phantom, and the stars my valiant.
Reciting my triumphs for a midnight summer ‘’
Baby Dianah' Rose Richard
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Baby Dianah' Rose Richard  29/F/Brooklyn
(29/F/Brooklyn)   
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