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Feb 21
On a somber winter night, I just like close my eyes and let my fingers write

While watching the snowflakes dance through the night sky, yet it makes you wonder how something so peaceful could either excite or make you want to cry

Maybe it’s how they cover the ground with a beautiful bliss, kinda like our smiles are when think of our first kiss

Or maybe it’s the memories attached to them, while not knowing much as a child except to just be free and act wild
John Mendoza
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John Mendoza  24/M/Brooklyn, NY
(24/M/Brooklyn, NY)   
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