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Nov 2021
To the rainwashed man,
no sun nor daylight came,
but Scarlet appeared
in red lips and red locks.

An angel in the fire
with heaven in her eyes,
an ethereal sight
that made him alive.

And she became his.
His gold sunlit dancer,
the fire in his *****,
the every ache of his heart
Gem Palomar
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Gem Palomar  22/F
(22/F)   
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     SUDHANSHU KUMAR and jdmaraccini
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