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Nov 2020
thirstiness, like I was...
in every flying day
and midnight, I can
lay eyes on no one but
an apple, a red apple
betwixt upper and
a lower lips and,
incisors from upper
and lower jaw assaying
to make one bite
Safana
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Safana  27/M
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