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May 2019
I thought it was
The future, waiting on a distant head.
A lush eventuality
Crept towards me in the daylight, permitting me
To see the body behind the face. I imagined it
To be reaching out
And clung to windy weather, assured that
We would meet one another
In the middle.
We never met,
But it stole the sun.
Written by
Nikki  21/F
(21/F)   
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