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Jan 2019
Shooting stars on crimson skies
Made me realise
Your divine beauty through your eyes
Never regretted how it all began
It just never made sense
But that's alright
Out of all this mess
It's where we touch
As everything turns to dust

|J.P.Talbot|
Jean Paul
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Jean Paul  27/M
(27/M)   
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     ---, Cné and Fawn
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