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Feb 2020
You ask me what I dream about at night
and all I say is that I do not remember
Because the things that appear to me
in my sleep
are better left at rest,
even if I will be seeing them again tonight.
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soft  24/F
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       Shannon, Bogdan Dragos, --- and Fawn
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