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Hi! Robin, hope u to be well. U probably forgot me. Try reading some of my new poems and comment. Thank u
Standing together all tippy toed, In a grey goose soaked way, my-birthstone hued gown slit, all the way up to there.I can touch buttermilk clouds, and defy gravity in your arms.Galaxy floating, we make music, In the red light, of a Mars glow.