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Jan 2019
The two don't know
they will become one,
any second now,
any moment now,
the lips will touch,
and before it's over,
before the lips touch,
before the moment,
before the second,
before they become one,
they know what love is.
Dylan Growcoot
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Dylan Growcoot  20/M/Sheffield, UK
(20/M/Sheffield, UK)   
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   Keith Wilson
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