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Dec 2018
People leave
like trees in the breeze
like the heaviness
on my knees
when I first saw you breathe
but it’s my fault
in the first place
I never say
what I should say
but maybe they’d stay
if one day
I could say
what I really want to say
Constantia
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Constantia  20/F
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