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Apr 2021
Her heart was
where I found my home.
Her thoughts and words
open up doors I could never find
and her eyes painted the walls
in beauty only rivaled by her own.
This is the house I wish
to spend my days.
Mitch Prax
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Mitch Prax  32/M/Australia
(32/M/Australia)   
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