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Oct 2018
The sky waiting for the sun till the morning comes
The woods waiting for the rain till the season comes
The  ground waiting for the leaves till the autumn comes

Even the river knows when the water will flow through their bodies

Is it me the only one who doesn’t know when will you come?
Or you never will?
i'll keep waiting even if there's no insurance in it
Pauline Stevinia
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Pauline Stevinia  19/F
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