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Dec 2020
Gentle white outlines,
Glittering in the gaze.

A hanging breath
Coating the air
Like a newborn’s blanket.

A frosted world,
Sweet,
Sour,
And all that lies between.
However,
You can’t have your cake and eat it too... unless you bought it and you live alone... but even then there’s still bacteria
Ayn
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Ayn  20/M/Wherever I May Roam
(20/M/Wherever I May Roam)   
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