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Apr 2019
The first time
your lips pressed to a steaming mug,
a smile made its way across my face.
If ever we are strangers again,
maybe we'll bump into each other in the line
of a coffee shop.
Riveá
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Riveá  18/F/Iowa
(18/F/Iowa)   
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