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Jul 2020
There she was
waiting in the twilight
disguised as a pixie
in a field of
magic mushrooms.
Her aqua hair
smells of the ocean-
the kind that washes into your dreams,
but me,
I did not have to dream
tonight.
Mitch Prax
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Mitch Prax  27/M/Australia
(27/M/Australia)   
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