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May 2018
people never understand that love is temporary,
like the sharpie drawings i drew on your skin

love always finds a way to leave,
like the way the water turned gray from the ink

but love lingers in our memories,
just like the way the ink stayed like a ghost on your skin
Written by
Christina
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     Katelyn Billat, --- and Surbhi Dadhich
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