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May 2020
forget me now,
let me drip like water
to the life after,
for I am older;
far sadder than I ever
wanted to see me.
But don't forget it,
the way clouds move away,
the life that ebbs.
That is what holds us,
binds us all together to
create new lovers.
Written by
Patrick Harrison  18/M/Chicago
(18/M/Chicago)   
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     Prerna Singh, Shrika, Ayesha, ---, --- and 2 others
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