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Feb 2018
It seemed it was a little too late
For recuperation.
Once it was all I ever saw
But now your face
Is mindlessly forgotten.
So don't return,
Don't try to be
A September summer day,
Because you'll never be one
If you ask me.
Written by
Linnea
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