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Jan 2022
no watercolour **** about me
if they bottled me they’d sell me in Selfridges
can’t see through me like stained glass
but you might cut yourself on my edges

personality so bright you’ll need your shades on
maybe you were colourblind to my magic
and you will never ever be this cool
how tragic
Thomas Alan
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Thomas Alan  M/Newcastle, UK
(M/Newcastle, UK)   
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