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Aug 2021
The party's lights are dim.
Smoke hovers in the air.
I want to hold your hand.
I wish you were still here.

Cutting through the summer haze,
The love we hold again.
Shin
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Shin  29/M/Chicago
(29/M/Chicago)   
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