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Apr 2019
When the day sleeps,
do you still think of me?
When the moon rises,
can you see my face?
Is it my voice that so vividly
occupies your dreams?

I look to the stars for clarity
but the sable skies block
your glistening eyes.
X A V I E R
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X A V I E R  29/M/New York, New York
(29/M/New York, New York)   
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