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May 2022
Your blood red dress
Twirling in eights

Like an age old contest
My heart still waits

Though not mine to possess
My bloodshot eyes will follow you

Till the night is just a blur
Stuck forever in this slur
Puck
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Puck  20/F
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   Man and Christine Ely
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