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Jun 2019
in the summer
for only a moment

he burnt his tongue
to the bottom of a flask
along with his gun

to settle down
to see that he
aimed correctly

with his blue eyes
which observed and
recorded everything

my young man
loving you
made a mark
Written by
kirra  22/F/barcelona
(22/F/barcelona)   
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