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Apr 2015
I saw the world as bright red
I saw you and the world dropped dead

I dreamt you loved me the way you said
But spring turns away and I no longer hear your name

I should have known you would leave again
Then maybe I would've loved you less

I dreamt you loved me the way you said
But months pass and I keep forgetting your name

Now spring has returned and I see you
But I don't remember you anymore and neither do you
This is probably the worst poem I've ever written. But I decided to put it up anyway
Anoushka B
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Anoushka B
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