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Aug 2023
Sometimes I wake and
remember you like a sunflower
remembers the sun on a stormy night.
Indeed, your sunlight blessed
the garden of my soul and
left life and joy in its wake.
The warmth of your touch,
the illumination of your smile
blooms a thousand sunflowers
that make up this soul.
Mitch Prax
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Mitch Prax  27/M/Australia
(27/M/Australia)   
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