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Jun 2018
Our first date,
Our first meet;
So very quaint,
At gentle speed.

Watched a film,
Watched your face,
And quiet skill
To woo with grace.

I knew not
My heart fell;
That blood would clot
Under your spell.

Please do note,
It was not
My plan to dote
Once you forgot.

It just is
At the end;
I sorely miss
Calling you friend.
Written by
Ms Noma
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