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Mar 2020
11:37
I think of Leonard Cohen

Late along in London
Wonderfully knowin'

He himself was broken
The music's beauty showin'

I yearn to be a sailor
Wherever the wind is blowin'

                Starry sky above
             Ain't no cure for love.
Qualyxian Quest
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Qualyxian Quest  55/M/Elsewhere
(55/M/Elsewhere)   
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