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Aug 2013
You went into the summer,
blurred into it like
the pastels i used
to draw your
eyes.

You came back in the autumn,
the leaves turned just like
you did on
me.

Now, youve left me so
confused and hurt that
i just dont know
which way to
go.

Maybe you'll come back
to me next
autumn.
R
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