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Dec 2019
The smoke is about to set.
In our palace of nicotine.
Its late and I need to bet.
To silence my darling queen.

But the morning will come to drift me away.
As I kiss your lips and our souls sway.
Dacing to the movement of the sea.
Because in the darkest our, you found me.
Lost Indeed
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Lost Indeed  21/M
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   Kate Copeland and Max Neumann
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