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Sep 1
Moon as it cresent
Sun as it sets on the waves of whispers
Theses lines of horizon seems too distant
The bone as it's cold from the starry night
The man lost in the purple sky
You find great freckles in the faces of passerbys
These nights I won't remember
As the midnight hailes
Sandy
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Sandy  19/M/India
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