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Jul 2021
The sun faced
Of a pale paste,
That which reflects
A most sour taste;
The mirror upon my pallet.
Beer and chocolate,
In the rain, Under the awning,
Or perhaps a helpful umbrella.
Written by
Emmennarr  20/M/California
   MS Anjaan
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