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Oct 22
Always in all ways,
and yet, past Noontime,
the end begins again.
Nothing feels the same
as a fairy
and I dream what I am.
The Moon is not alone;
one star, more than two,
beyond the Ocean of the sea,
one, two, three, stars that I see.
winnie the poem
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winnie the poem  27/M/Belgium
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