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Feb 2020
Weep in the sun
All will think
It's nothing but necessary sweat
Beading from moist eyes
Even when the sun goes down
The sweat moves
Down like a river
From a vision lens
Relied on
Written by
Chandler M  18/M/WA
(18/M/WA)   
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   Desire
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