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Sep 2020
As soon as I left,
I’ve seen you every day since
If I warm the bottle in my hand,
Slowly take a sip
I can still hear the river at night
Taste the juniper on your lips
That nervous glass would have me fooled
Shaking,
And just as full to the edge
With things to give only if
We’d allow ourselves to
Calli Kirra
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Calli Kirra  23/Los Angeles/London
(23/Los Angeles/London)   
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     Calli Kirra and Adrian Mendiola
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