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Oct 2020
This morning I picked up a card
It was a seven of hearts
I wondered what it could mean
Lately I've been praying for Love
While others pray for rain
Maybe I'm just a fool for believing true Love exists
I know that fony Love exists
We've all been there
Back to the card
What could it have meant
Why did I pick it up
Is Love on its way
Or am I just a sucker
Who can't resist picking up someone else's trash
Sean Achilleos 07 October 2020
Sean Achilleos
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Sean Achilleos  50/M/Southern Africa
(50/M/Southern Africa)   
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