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Feb 2018
my conscience is blinded
by the sweet taste of nostalgia
and now all i can recall is
how alive,
how exuberant you made me feel,
instead of the ****** you bestowed
to my soul,
absentmindedly,
without a doubt.

— t.a.
02/14/18
ta
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ta  21/F
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