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Oct 2019
leaves descend from its tree.

from the branches they had been stuck with, they are now free.

they may be blown away by the breeze,

but never the memories of their rustles in the trees.
all are always remembered
Written by
Jean  17/F/Manila
(17/F/Manila)   
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     ---, Dream Fisher and Joseph Miller
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