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Jan 2021
I know who you were.
You were the moon
Who rocked the sun.
You were the foam
The blue colour of this sea that amazed you so infinitely.
You were just like a feather, put on the back of a pencil
You were a wing on the side of an airplane.
You are a distant memory.
You cannot be written
You are a breeze
You are a rhyme
You are a scream.
And when the storms wound up at your door,
You simply rose
Up.
Eva
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Eva  21/F/SS
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