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Jun 2020
The bitter cold of Monday morn
Entices every bone within
And whilst the passing freeze forlorn
I'll shake a grin.

Minds wander of tomorrow's fate
With mouths wide open, eyes closed shut
My heart and head can't concentrate
Word's aren't enough.

Surrounded by a thousand stares
The child in me giggles contempt
I revel this secret affair
This smile shall tempt.
I wrote this many years ago when I was still innocent. rip.
Yvonne Han
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Yvonne Han  21/F/London
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