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Jul 2019
A smile drew across my face.
For the last time I felt this,
I thought it would be my last.
And now.
Stripped bare and brand new.
Across my brow, and my lips.
I have you,
For the first time.
JRF
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JRF  30/M/Auckland
(30/M/Auckland)   
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