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Nov 2019
Soft hands in summer
Warm hands in the light
But come winter, dried up n parched
Not my fault
I was pure before I met you
Still am, always will be.
If my surface is mottled
It was due to your cold winds
And harsh heat.
But I will be free again
And glow bright
The Last Honest Fellowful Tzav
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The Last Honest Fellowful Tzav  38/M/9Messiah, Michihel 🍁👑😇
(38/M/9Messiah, Michihel 🍁👑😇)   
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