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Mar 2019
She used to count the stars with me at night,
Until the darkness became familiar,
And no shadow was left unknown.

Then, kissing me gently on the forehead,
She would whisper in my ear:
‘Know yourself and you shall know the sky.’
annh
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annh  F/Christchurch, New Zealand
(F/Christchurch, New Zealand)   
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