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Dec 2018
Walking alone was something that I’d been used to,
Little did I know,
That I would come across you,
And your glow.

You creeped into my mind,
I could feel your presence growing,
I was becoming blind,
My imagination was overflowing.

I craved to feel your breath on my skin,
And intertwine our fingers,
Seeing you grin,
Disappeared everything that once lingered.

I’d never been a schemer,
And that might have been just a dream,
But I’d always been an excellent dreamer,
Not knowing things might not appear as what they seem.
Elizabeth
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Elizabeth  18/F
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