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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 Iā€™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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