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Jan 2019
I am my loves garden
I am his secret enclosure
He comes to me by morning
The dew is yet fresh on the earth
He comes to his garden
He seeks my tenderness
Take and eat my sweet fruits
Drink the nectar of my blooms
He refreshes himself
By the droplets on my leaves
O, my love, my love
O, my groom
Grace E
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Grace E  28/F/Probably a coffee shop
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