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Jan 2019
You showed me there was more than the labyrinth
more than the cold still waters,
           the ripples

In a love so intense,
   I saw your past self
        your present
and who you could be



but why could I see this in you and not see it in me?
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Sometimes the thoughts and words just flow and revising the moment feels like a sin to its origin
Katherine Brooks
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Katherine Brooks  27/F/Atlanta
(27/F/Atlanta)   
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   Carlo C Gomez
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