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Aug 31
An ancient river
an old London chapel
& our last summer rays
of such an august Sun
The promise of niceties...
laughter, drinks, ice cream
& perhaps a softly stolen kiss

Fill my hand with yours.

If you please;
a pleasant walk with you
up on Tower Hill

© Qwey.ku
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Written by
Qweyku  Wiase
     ranveer joshua, Keith Wilson and TheIdleOwl
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