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Jan 2020
Like lemonade, my insides are melting.
Sweet and sour, love made on demand.
Wasn’t long ‘til I started sweating.
You had me in the palm of your hand.
I’ve possibly spilled, I’m sorry for the mess.
Marietta Ginete
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Marietta Ginete  PH
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