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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 I’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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