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Dear, I'm writing at my desk. Suddenly I smell the air of fragrance. It's cherry blossom in D.C. by the Tidal Basin. It's the lingering coldness in early March. Remnant snow The glimpse of sunset on the D.C. bound train Purple and Red We're holding hands. Smell of fresh grass near Farragut West People watching and lunch with my friend People in suits as they hustle here and there I wish to be one of them. Now I am but I'm also away. Orange and Yellow Leaves Twirl White and Blue Frosty snow I love you, but I gotta go.
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Mar 29, 2019
Mar 29, 2019 at 3:33 AM UTC
Washington, D.C.{A Love Letter}
Dear, I'm writing at my desk. Suddenly I smell the air of fragrance. It's cherry blossom in D.C. by the Tidal Basin. It's the lingering coldness in early March. Remnant snow The glimpse of sunset on the D.C. bound train Purple and Red We're holding hands. Smell of fresh grass near Farragut West People watching and lunch with my friend People in suits as they hustle here and there I wish to be one of them. Now I am but I'm also away. Orange and Yellow Leaves Twirl White and Blue Frosty snow I love you, but I gotta go.
maggieYCW
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Mar 29, 2019
Mar 29, 2019 at 3:33 AM UTC
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