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Jun 2018
outside the world is dying
yet all we see is bright colours
and beautiful sights

as we eat pie
and breathe in the crisp air
we can't face the truth,

the leaves are dead

and so are our hearts.
alexandra
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alexandra  19/F/Canada
(19/F/Canada)   
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