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Sep 2017
yellow, orange, brown
leaves are falling on the ground
trees are weeping...
winter's coming...
days are passing...
i'm slowly breaking down.

i thought of georgia and its lake
i thought of you and the love we made
i am weeping...
you're not coming...
the nights are fading...
i'm slowly breaking down.
"David, where are you?"

Love, Emmanuelle.
Rescel
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Rescel  19/F/Neverland
(19/F/Neverland)   
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