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Jul 26
Ink powdered and illuminescent sparkling rain drops on concrete ground
Dashed and so divided
Drinking frizzante or other wine we can’t pronounce
Skyscrapers fuzzy in July rain and cloud
I need love, and show me her
Show me what I could be and what I am without, three ghosts of then, now and when
No chakra could prove this craving for sweetness on my lips
Do I miss July or do I need her?
Written by
Lewis  21/M/UK
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