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Nov 2018
i remember your laugh
blooming like spring roses
at the end of summer
i could imagine the way your
lips parted, cheeks blushed
over the phone so clearly

i fell in love that day,
so much so that
even if i were to someday forget all about you
those roses would still smell so sweet
i promise i'm over you,
this is just the shy hopeless romantic in me
holding onto those little moments.
Angie S
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Angie S  21/F
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