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Jun 2016
If only I could spend
Every last day
Sat out on benches
Playing tears away
Smiling at the evenings
Singing to the stars
Dreaming a forever
Of music, life and hearts
And hearing on the breeze
Words of the trees
Words I don't know.
Parsavagely Kompenere
Written by
Parsavagely Kompenere  19/F/Yorkshire
(19/F/Yorkshire)   
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