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Aug 2018
I sit in this calm breeze
as just a stranger

I know that the wind
will get crisp
as the meadows grow
green

I missed the the turn
of the leaves
as i miss the result

Your hair will grow longer
in the passing of weeks
new crevices
will be made
as you laugh anew
and i will miss it.
as i sat in the square today, i realized how things will change so forcefully like each season. you cannot stop it, as time goes on. i will come back and it will be a new season.
Rose
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Rose  22/F/Portland
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