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Aug 2019
Fin
I cant find the right thing to say.
Oh what could be left?

Is it
This or is it that?

No that cant be right.
I never even met you
But with our permission they took you away.

All that is left
Is
Untill we meet again
I'll keep looking for right thing to say.
Berry Blue
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Berry Blue  27/F/Los Angeles
(27/F/Los Angeles)   
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