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Jul 2021
We claimed it as prophetic
A universe stained with ruby red
Be it as it may...
Paragon until we’d say
Let our minds regret it
As we do what lovers do
Instead
The taste of wine. The taste of you.
Jason Trinh
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Jason Trinh  25/M/NC
(25/M/NC)   
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