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Jun 2019
My eyes were clouds
     but it's raining red

     My voice like thunder
     but my throat hurts

    Next night the sky was purple
        and there were shining stars

    Small things
         could change her every night.
Phosphenes
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Phosphenes  18/F
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     Fawn, Bogdan Dragos and ---
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