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Jul 2020
The music tinting the fire’s light with a sunset pink gloom.

Closing the mirrors to my soul soaring on whistling clouds as the night softly blew.

The sound of liquid red diamonds pouring in my cristal glass bringing winter warmth into the room.

Still sadness swirled like snowflakes on a summer's day in the chamber, for I was missing You.

-Elliot J.
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Elliot J  23/M/Belgium
(23/M/Belgium)   
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