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Mar 2020
The New York lights
Are not as pretty as she describes it

The way she sparkles talking about it
While sitting in a field of hay
She makes them sound like heaven
And i had most faith that she would’ve
Became the star of it all

I made it here Carolina
They are not as pretty as you say.
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galaxyofentities  26/F
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     manlin, maxwell vyne, yajushi, anna and Reyna
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