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Mar 2020
It’s not much I know,
Only a piece of paper,
For us to colour.
It's weird to see,
You holding the yellow crayon,
drawing a sun,
above the journey i drew,
on this endless canvas.
Goddess Rue
Written by
Goddess Rue  20/F/Malaysia
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