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Jul 2018
So she met her first love,
Today
In a hot Sunday Morning
After a long long while.

Her heart still skips the beat,
She smiled at him,
Shy; just like 10 years ago;
When she was only 13.

She thought, she’s over it.
Yeah, she’s over it,
But, first love never really truly dies.

..or does it?
Philia
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