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Sep 2020
After the end of cold evening
I pull through the sleeves of my sweater
Keep my hand wrapped around my coffee
Get ready to dive into a new adventure
The book resting on the table
The one who'd keep me up till early morning.
Druzzayne Rika
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Druzzayne Rika  24/F/Living inside the poetry
(24/F/Living inside the poetry)   
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