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Oct 2013
Warm, short lasting
and full of memories.

Your laugh, your eyes
and that unforgettable smile.

The photographs we took
left under my bed gathering dust.

I call you my summer
because just like that,

you were slowly disappearing
Your colours started to change.

You should know,
I have never liked summer.
Nina
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Nina  England
(England)   
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