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Dec 2020
The smell of salt and butter
    under endless sea of lights,
       lost in their own right
         under the sound
           of a movie about true love,
two hands meet in the darkness,
      What is this sharpness in my heart?
         Please take it for a second,
                  help me ƒì× ìէ
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A Poet
Written by
A Poet  The Moon
(The Moon)   
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     Galina and NAN
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