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Dec 2018
If I may presume,
I bid farewell to you,
For the very last while.
'Till next twilight,
When the sun and moon collide,
It's up to Destiny
And her bind -
To decide when we'll sleep
Under the same sky,
Again.
O/L s are OVER and this is kind of a goodbye to my classmates.
Cynthia
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Cynthia  16/F/Somewhere
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