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Aug 2021
you remind me of the leaves
and the way they crunch underfoot
and the way they smell
and the color.

the pure, bright color that overwhelms
everything around the source.

nothing can compare.
Written by
mary liles  18/F
(18/F)   
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     REY, Weeping willow, Imran Islam, eileen and ryn
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