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May 2019
Gold Dust
Nothing
Stays the same
For long
There’s always change

To think
I could hold
Onto what
I considered gold

To know
I’ll never keep
Forever
My innocents and sweets
#time #gold #memory #treasure #end #death #asominate #change #life #past
Asominate
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Asominate  21/Guyana, South America
(21/Guyana, South America)   
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       ---, yellow-thoughts and A Simillacrum
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