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Feb 2019
Yesterday, I saw her stroll
with that melancholy
she masked with gold
Outcasted. That's what she thought
it's what she blames for being choked
Unconsciously she bolted fast
to the secret house where no pain lasts.
Parachute series.
Ashyb.
Tint
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