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Sep 9

the last of me

watching the
sun set

orange and red
and pink

the ***** of the
summer

the scent of an
old city

an eight year
old boy

watching the
sun rise

the last of him

the last of many
things

eyes wide open



aviisevil
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aviisevil  28/M/india
(28/M/india)   
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