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Jul 2020
Your smile was like a pandemic,
Infectious.
Your presence was like sunlight,
Warm.
Your eyes were like the moon,
So pretty.

But your attitude, honey.
Your attitude was like a drug,
Toxic.
Harshitha Girish
Written by
Harshitha Girish  16/F/India
(16/F/India)   
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