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Nov 2021
Sitting here on this cold, hard stone--
Once with you, but now all alone--
This cement block that's loved so dear,
Where many a laugh and many a tear
Have been shared and given here,
A place of the student and passerby,
But most of all, of you and I.
Sitting here, on this cold, hard stone,
My empty hands are missing home.
Written by
Lizzie  21/F/Laputa
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