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Mar 2019
Oh spring
Can you return please?
I miss the sun gently kissing my skin
Walking barefoot on grass, no cares given.
The breeze gently tickling my hair
The water near my home, I miss swimming there.
I desperately crave those long nights and friends with which time spent
Adds up to memories to take with us at the end of our days
Oh spring, can you come back again?
NeroameeAlucard
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NeroameeAlucard  Chicago Illinois
(Chicago Illinois)   
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