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Oct 2019
It was so evident
The glimpse into your eye
Your fabled promise
Your, ignoramus
Closing to me, why?
It was so clear
No shadows fear
Your bloom on deep lagoon
Your spiraled scented perfume
Your history's last gloom
It was so right
As dawn breaking over the sound
Sheer carts of wheeling...ground
The love of promise, promised found
It was so evident, so clear
Because I was talking to a witch
Written by
Sean Thienpont  38/M/Elmont
(38/M/Elmont)   
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