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Mar 2020
I woke up to the sound
of moon on my skin
and velvet on my lips.

The scent of pine cones
will always
smell like
a memory I lost
long ago
of home.
Serendipity
Written by
Serendipity  21/Alive
(21/Alive)   
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     2024, Mrs Timetable, --- and Carlo C Gomez
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