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Jan 4
Next to an old brown tree
Under a new pink sky
I found a younger version of me
The one who used to fly

Next to new concrete
Under an old pocked moon
I found an older version of me
The one who'll falter soon

Next to you right now
Under a peach fuzz sun
I found peace somehow
And for a moment didn't run
Zoe Mae
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Zoe Mae  40/F/Massachusetts
(40/F/Massachusetts)   
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