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Jun 2018
YOU
The crunch of autumn leaves was the sound of when you smiled.
The rising sun, caressing me like the colors wild.

I wish you had known this but you didn’t have a clue.
The only thing I hate more than waiting,
is waiting for you.

A.S.
AMISHA
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AMISHA
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