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Sep 2019
Fingers intertwined
Let me call you, mine
Of what's left from the past
Let us buried it all behind

Had I dreamt of days like this
Ones with the tenderest sun
One of the gentlest I can ponder on
Nothing less more's ahead,
You, what I may call
The truly one.
Nada Syafira
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