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May 20
The sound of splashing water
as it reunites with the shore,
The scent of freshly-bloomed garden
as the wind revs them,
The taste of sweet, juicy tangerines,
crisp as plucked from its tree
The glimpse of human eyes
as intimate interaction sparks
Oh, to feel these all β€”
Existential.
It’s a good day.
Written by
Con  18/F
(18/F)   
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     Fawn and Jamadhi Verse
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