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Feb 2020
The smell of your shirt
when you talked me down from the edge
the middle of winter
in an overcrowded pub
has been my sanity

The sound of your voice
on a crowded bus late Friday night
my escape from reality
from the moment we met
you've been the one
who saved me
Nostalgic and sad
Written by
Bansi Adroja  31/F/Oxford
(31/F/Oxford)   
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     Fawn, ---, ghost girl and Angelina LL
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