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Mar 2019
Cars passing by,
Who are you and who am I?
With every fleeting glance
Always wondering if we had a chance
The wind blows one way
It was only a windy day
Either way we were sent adrift
Your brief smile a precious gift
Jenna
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Jenna  18/F
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