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Oct 2021
The cold reminds me of days at the wall
sheltering under the evergreens
away from the falling rain
and the lectures about wasted days

when every hour felt like an eternity
when we wished for the seasons to change
when all we wanted was to grow up

oh what a waste
Written by
Bansi Adroja  30/F/Oxford
(30/F/Oxford)   
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   MS Anjaan
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