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Jun 2020
The brightest eyes
of warming light,
cast their glow on my neck,
the place to rest
when your tired bones
scream out in pain.
When your song is low,
and the gleam is dull,
you can take a breath,
you can call me home.
Ale
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Ale  19/F/Undisclosed
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