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Nov 2018
A funny thing,
the colors of my longings.
Much like watching
autumn pass by
through the windows of a car ride.
A furious compilation
of the various imagined dreams
I will never acquire.
she remains anon
Written by
she remains anon  17/F/TX
(17/F/TX)   
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     --- and Lily
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