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Jul 2021
Meet me in the afterglow,
When the soft sun sets on sandy beaches,
Cerulean blue sea water, filtering through pebbles,

Meet me in the afterglow,
In some quaint American suburban town,
Where you can speed down roads lit by neon diner signs,
Which drip their colours onto the rain-soaked pavement,
Leaning out of the windows,
Wind in our hair,

Meet me in the afterglow.
Jupiter The Poet
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Jupiter The Poet  17/Two-Spirit/my brain, where else?
(17/Two-Spirit/my brain, where else?)   
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