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Amber Jun 24
For one could go, where butterflies churn
Where bottles pop and cheeks flush
But vacancy fills and hearts yearn
For once was held, is now a gold rush
Amber Jun 24
Nights consumed and power drained
Failure engulfs yet hunger remains
For some to be less pained
Be worth one who’s overstrained

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