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May 2020
I remember when I met you back in winter
It was snowing outside and really cool,
I meant to send postcards through the summer,
I wanted to hand you the moon;

I remember every book that you were reading,
You face glowed like crystal through the noon,
I'll love you forever, my lovely,

I'll hang myself really soon.
Sukanya Basu
Written by
Sukanya Basu  23/F/Nowhere
(23/F/Nowhere)   
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     Faizel Farzee and Bogdan Dragos
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