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Apr 2019
various lovers stood
at my doorstep in pure wrath
like red clover mites,
embers, hurdles in my path

neglecting them, i drive
through such a familiar route
i pick up the one i love,
need, can't live without:

earl grey tea.
first letters spell out "valentine"
written on February 14th, 2019
hypnopunk
Written by
hypnopunk  21/M/Poland
(21/M/Poland)   
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