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Feb 2018
Why is the sky blue,
When the ground is far above us?
How can one know another,
While they only see through a window?

Its quite simple

The thinker who thinks of thoughts
Shall only see
Rather than hear
WUsssssuuuuuuuh
Written by
Ryan Truong  15/M/Plano
(15/M/Plano)   
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   Enyo
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