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Mar 2019
He never catches up
always behind, chasing
Only meeting four times a day
a red line separates us often
We kiss at midnight and noon,
hug at six-thirty in the morn and night
till the red line passes us
splitting after a single second
till we cross paths again
Jenna
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Jenna  18/F
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