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Jun 2013
I sat very sadly
outside
the
coffee shop
where I work,
where
the girl came
every day
I planned to talk to her
last week,
after 2 years
I planned to speak

I read in the paper
about a girl getting hit
by
a large truck
her name was
Emily,
the same name
I wrote everyday on
that cup
Ruth Boon
Written by
Ruth Boon  Hong Kong
(Hong Kong)   
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