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Oct 2016
Hot weather and humid air
friends that love you and care
talking all night above the covers
eating pizza and drinking cold drinks
           Stairs creak when it's time to go
I will miss this place
and the memories it holds
Do I want to leave? Not really, No
But sometimes leaving is necessary to grow
East Wind
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