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Mar 2020
gold
still some feelings in my soul,

all those hands i used to hold,

the briefest moments made of gold.

charcoal when i lost it all.
charles
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charles  31/M
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     Mackongo, Fawn, Mrs Timetable and Carlo C Gomez
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