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Feb 2020
We snuck up like clouds,
Away from the music
And the constructions site sounds
That rumbled up the hill.
We used our jackets on the wet dew
To keep us warm, to make our soft picnic
And then with just me, the moon and you,
Stole a brief kiss.
Written by
Briscoe  18/M/Australia
(18/M/Australia)   
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   sophie
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