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Jan 2019
The endless golden light
that flews into to distance.
The light that signals
persons to come back home.
Sometimes it seems to be
a thing or person that is
the light from the lighthouse.
The light is the thing that is trying
to pull you back home
So it doesn't loses you.
So it can keep loving you.
Black Rose
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Black Rose  17/F/Belgium
(17/F/Belgium)   
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