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Feb 2020
the ghost of our past is all around the city

i miss you as i pass the park

i miss you as i walk the streets

i miss you as i order my drink,

my green apple boba

if i’m unsure of what to get

i’ll always know my green apple boba
You are my go to
Nikh
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Nikh  16/Gender Fluid/Canada
(16/Gender Fluid/Canada)   
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   Madison
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