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Dec 2020
You fade to black,
Grab a new face,
And begin to dance
In gently collected moonlight.

Time drifts around the clock
And I’m still right here.
You gather even more faces
As you teleport far away.
Ayn
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Ayn  20/M/Wherever I May Roam
(20/M/Wherever I May Roam)   
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     Grey, Ayesha and ---
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