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Oct 2020
she is myΒ Β farm
my acardian breed
of green Whenever
I rubberneck at her
sightlessness she
emplace my feelings
deepen the elysian fields

She is my farm,
my fantasy and
blistering color
All the times she
migth be green
and white
presently, her
colorful eye
is correct
Safana
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Safana  27/M
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