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Mar 2020
And before the sun peeps
Its cheery, bright face over the horizon,
I roll over and gaze wistfully,
At the empty space you left on the pillow,
Incessantly plagued by painful mirages:
Hauntings of the late euphoria.
Ross
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Ross  18/M/South Africa
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