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Jun 2019
It's true,
the moon - she has kissed me
more times than I can remember.
Me - a little, lost soul in search of light.
She brightened up this soul
with her kisses and care
but wouldn't leave
the sky for me.
Mitch Prax
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Mitch Prax  32/M/Australia
(32/M/Australia)   
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