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Jul 2019
I feel snowflake dreams
slip from weakened fingers
How I promised to keep you
and meet you up the mountain
I stand in shadow
the dim edge of early morning
convinced the peak will turn gold without me
Elioinai
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Elioinai  Georgia
(Georgia)   
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