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Jun 2019
Skipping rocks across the pond

One by one they form a line

Ripples across the water wrinkle time

Fresh air flows with scents of pine

If only I could rewrite time

If only I could capture what’s on my mind

It’s actually nothing but that’s the key

It’s the only place where my mind is free
PQET
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PQET  21/M
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