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Sep 2023
spring is eternal,
slow coming after three seasons of waiting.

I ponder on these summer months,
of endless hours with thousands of people passing through,
but all I remember is your smile,
and our overlapping knees.
Grace
Written by
Grace  F/Voie Des Papillons
(F/Voie Des Papillons)   
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   Nylee
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