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Oct 2021
Easy simple temporary
A use of time
Quick to leave
But now I
blush at the sound of my name in your voice, know the ridges of your hands, laugh at the stupidest things you say, write these words you never see, worry of letting you go
Love is not to be planned
Written by
caroline  20/F
(20/F)   
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