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Dec 2020
Late night whispers of endearment
Tossed past our lips onto each other
Slowly being lost.
Slowly being drawn away.
Slowly slipping through my fingers.
Slowly Iā€™m losing you.
Slowly, I whisper your name one last time.
Slowly.
   Slowly.
Anna
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Anna  19/F
(19/F)   
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       Leeann Rose, ---, Carlo C Gomez and Val Vik
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