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Jul 2019
~
Sometimes I wake up in a morning of deep-orange
peach burnt sunrise skies
only to see a stranger
in the mirror
with eyes that
don't translate his soul
anymore.
πš“πšŠπš—πš›πš’
Written by
πš“πšŠπš—πš›πš’  seaside of wildflowers
(seaside of wildflowers)   
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     james nordlund, ---, Prerna Singh, ---, Ackerrman and 8 others
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