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Dec 2016
You would think
That every little thing
That reminds me of you
Would bring
A grin
Of nostalgia.

But that fan
That reminds me of the way
Your hair blew in the wind

And the blanket
That reminds me of the times
We hid ourselves from the world

Only further remind me
That I am here alone
With these memories
And you are back home.
moon child
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moon child  26/F/America
(26/F/America)   
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