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Oct 2018
I woke up from a dream
But I did not leave
You.

It was past
It was
You,
all up in history
How many
Too plenty

Kisses at every stop light
Every stop light
And there he sang
Green lights
Sights shut tight.

There was no end,
But it is still late
We did not catch the divine train
in the end,
Fate.
Teri Darlene Basallote Yeo
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Teri Darlene Basallote Yeo  27/F
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