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We Are Golden

Ripples in a pool, like the ramblings of a fool, Arc outwards and die, like us all, you and I. Incurable romantics, and, despite the semantics, No man is an island, we are one under the skin, Be it gay, straight or bi, we are all of one kin. Only remember, we are what we are Wisps of dust, born of the same star.

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Date: 8/15/2020 6:37:00 PM
Ah rainbow indeed. Gorgeous write.
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John Jones
Date: 8/16/2020 1:01:00 AM
Thank you kindly, Caren