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Feb 2018
I'm running out of words

I have nothing to say

we all hate the neighbor from downstairs
she's clueless

the news reported
it to be sunny
it's storming

with fog
covering our far away
mountains

where's my loving
eileen
Written by
eileen
70
   Surbhi Dadhich
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