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Mar 2016
am alone,
walking inside
with the photo album
seeing her school images
my first love
a nostalgic feeling
a memory wearing dust as cloth
while wiping the dirt,
find increase in feeling
heavy heart and
excess came out of my eyes..
JP
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JP  INDIA
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