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Mar 2021
he said
a blank canvas
for the day is breaking...
what will we paint
today my love?
for the incense, we burn
to warn of the wards
gives us a new spirit
so when the ground
softly breaks
under our pleasure bed
relinquishing our dreams
we make way
for our new
world
Winter
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Winter  25/F/Orion’s Belt
(25/F/Orion’s Belt)   
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     Khoi, Joey, Kyra, Evan Stephens and Bogdan Dragos
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