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Nov 2019
You started like spring-
loving and warm, you kissed me in the dark.
You then became summer,
constant and angry, you lit up fireworks in the night.
You then like autumn-
distracted and colder, you made leaves fall.
You then left in winter-
and left me cold and sore in your wake.
novembre 2019
a wandering voice
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a wandering voice  20/F/pluto
(20/F/pluto)   
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   --- and mocha
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