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Jul 2016
Pink backpack
With a face of a girl
Painted on the cloth

Rode on his bike
Every day on that road
Rain or shine

Hopped from the bike
Kissed his cheek
Whispered, "I'll miss you"

Sun set at 6
She's out of the room
He waited for her

6 months passed
She's out of the room
He waited for her

Hopped on the bike
Kissed his cheek
Whispered, "I miss him"
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