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Nov 2020
We love summer,
Hate the sun's heat.

We enjoy fresh air,
Outside few are seen.

We like flowers,
Bugs can disappear.

We cherish Holidays,
But the cold is severe.

You said you loved,
Yet went and betrayed.

So for those reasons,
My trust issues stay.
cherriquartz
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cherriquartz  F/Pluto
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