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Mar 2020
Eyes painted like stars
Lips in the shape of heaven
...my fastest heartbreak.
~

You may never know my name
this is simply how it goes
in the realm of beauty and woe.
Reaching 2020 -
the vision is clear.
Your gleam is blinding,
my fortified dear.
This scene is worthy of an immortalized work.
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