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Jul 2020
I thought the moon
forever in the sky would always
be in the sky but then you
handed it to me gave it to me
on a silver platter it tasted
of sour pear and apple it filled
my mouth with
winter song and euca
lyptus
Ann Pedone
Written by
Ann Pedone  50/F/SF Bay Area
(50/F/SF Bay Area)   
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