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Sep 2020
When I see one
I think of something different
Than what my grandmother sees
I see you
While she sees a loved one
Gone and passed
But we all have different meanings
For different things
Things we are attached to
But I really do
Miss you
Alex
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Alex  18/F
(18/F)   
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   hamid khan
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