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Jul 2017
It smells of honeysuckle and rain
Strangers voices carry across the lake
Nothing like when you were here
It is warm and                          It was frozen,
Filled with a buzz                      silent              
Tears cascade down my face
For I miss you
And a heart holding loss so dear
Is sure to lose its wits
Written by
Livia Rose  23/F
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