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Aug 2019
Outwardly,
You had a cold, sturdy hardness
Of a mountain.
Inwardly,
You were filled with caves of wisdom and gold to glean
So call me a gold digger
Because I want to dig into you
Grace E
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Grace E  28/F/Probably a coffee shop
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