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Sep 2020
Walking up the path
I see the building she's is at
I walk around the building
to her window
She is sitting there waiting
Her smile when she sees me lights the world
I feel my throat get tight
My eyes fill with tears
I take off my mask and smile
I place my hand on the window
Her hand touches mine through the window
Written by
Miriam
  80
       ---, D Cole and just-a-little-bird
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