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Mar 2019
I don’t feel it much
But when I place my hand
On my bed
And my puppy
Sleepy, fluffy, innocent
Curls up around it
She passes on to me
A bit of her tranquility
I think I need a cup of tea
Empire
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Empire  21/F/Sol III
(21/F/Sol III)   
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