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Aug 2020
I never would've thought I would miss those butterflies in my stomach and skipping heartbeats from my early twenties
Those Sunday morning coffees and late
night talks
Those rusty old cars we drove to strange bars.
I never would've imagined, I would wish to turn back time , to the era where we were still young and fine.
Those Monday morning classes and evening cricket matches.
Those thrifty little rides and we sat
down by the tides.
I never would've thought I would miss that time.
Rameen Aslam
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Rameen Aslam
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   Whit Howland
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