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Jan 2021
your mind is like
a labyrinth
I want to understand

if I were a chirologist
I'd read it in your hand

if I were an astrologer
I'd read it in the stars

instead I read

between

the lines
to find out who you are
Written by
Ciel Noir
125
     Adaley June, kevin wright, Brae and Khoisan
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