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Jun 2021
Walking the streets,
Just you and I.
A tight grip on my hand,
As we crossed the roads.
Hand in hand it was suppose to be,
That had to end so suddenly.
Written by
Delyla Nunez  26/F/Nowhere
(26/F/Nowhere)   
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