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Apr 2018
You will come to me in
the form of rain
Being the comet drops that
cites our pain
You will visit me in
the ripest sunset
Reminding me not to forget
But all of it was
my naked fantasy
For you are the wind,
the sea,
and reality
Each day we spent you
moved farther away
from me
This heart I hold is my
personal enemy
Meghan
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Meghan  19/F/Philippines
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