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Jan 2020
Summer solstice
when our souls
touched
And as your
silver spoon
has fed you good
My mornings
will remain
your bedtime
Just like
we knew
it would.
Written by
JAATC
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   Fawn, Ciel Noir and The Poetic Nicole
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