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Feb 2019
I want to
Swallow the dusty,  heat
From summers years ago
And
Taste sweet peaches on
My tongue

I cannot catch the past

Old memories flit
Behind my eyelids
Like sunlight
Through
Half closed curtains in the
Breeze

I will go and find Peace
Eva
Written by
Eva  26/F/Sydney
(26/F/Sydney)   
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