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Jan 2021
Blue Haze that craze,
that burns that chase,
I see but one my eyes turn blaze,
even though the stars,
they burn,
more than the sun,
they cry,
but with the right shape,
they form,
and then later,
torn.
Samora
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Samora  25/F
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