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Feb 2023
If I was summer
then you were winter
that enveloped my sun
in an endless cold.
Where we would swim in lakes
you would freeze over in ice
and everything else I had grown.
Every flower I planted for you
was destined to wither and
not even my sun could
withstand your storm.
Mitch Prax
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Mitch Prax  32/M/Australia
(32/M/Australia)   
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   Aishu and Antony Glaser
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