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Sep 2015
There is a bag of peaches
in the refrigerator
However, I'm afraid
that they've gone bad
And left a soggy puddle
of juice in the drawer.

I believe this is because
I was saving them for you,
And you were saving them for meΒ Β 
So no one ate them.
Wrapped in a blanket of caring,
They wasted away,
Like I will if you leave
Luann Jung
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Luann Jung  20/F
(20/F)   
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