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May 2015
Remember my name.
I've been turning the calendar pages with my bleeding hand.
I can't see you.
I still want to feel the warmth around me long nights under our favorite stars.

Clinging on the hope you showed year.
I can't deny, get me out ,
I want to wear pink, yellow and green and run flapping my hands in our favorite place.
hanaB
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