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Feb 2014
The clock strikes 3:33
Oh what a time to feel so lonely
The rain outside, it’s bittersweet
The air is thin, a pulsing heat
And every night you’ll tell yourself
That everything will be alright
You’ll pick your journal from the shelf
And find solace in the night
Mitch Prax
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Mitch Prax  32/M/Australia
(32/M/Australia)   
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   Amul Garg, --- and Jodi Bage
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