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Mar 8
I am about to
get to know you in summer.
We fell in love in October,
and nourished our bond under blankets
during a cloudy winter.
But I'm about to get to know you
in summer.
We'll change again, and again,
and again.
I hope we never tire like the seasons.
I hope we change
together
until we go home to the father.
Written by
Acora  18/F/she/her/hers
(18/F/she/her/hers)   
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