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Jun 2020
As the old sun touched the horizon, dying on the brink,
The ship we were aboard slowly started to sink.
When the day found its end in the ***** of the sea,
And the only ones left alive were just you and me,
The unrelenting waves, for just a moment, just a twinkle,
Ostensibly assumed the shape, shade, or sheen of Periwinkle.
Simon Holzmann
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Simon Holzmann  32/M/Germany
(32/M/Germany)   
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