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Mar 2019
The wind cries Mona
And carries her to me.
Because -
Sometimes I think
This love
Is as pure as can be.
But it can be superficial
Or fake
Or for goodness sake
Please let me get my
Mind straight.
Alex Smith
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Alex Smith  24/M/Los Angeles, CA
(24/M/Los Angeles, CA)   
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     Mohan Sardarshahari and julianna
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