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Jun 2019
from sunrise to sunset,
we dance between each regret.
tired eyes and loveless gleams,
our love was once a flowing stream;
now it's dried up, cold and bare
the love we had is no longer there.
sick, tired, sad
Oscar
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Oscar  17/Non-binary/England
(17/Non-binary/England)   
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     --- and Rose Diamond
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