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Sep 2020
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he is as blue as the rising crescent
warm as the phantoms marine
and cold as the rain, dripping over
my cupids bow i am refreshed

he is
mine
finally
Written by
callie joseph  17/F/cayman islands
(17/F/cayman islands)   
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