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Dec 7
A friend, she is, with heart so kind,
A soul so warm, with peace of mind.
We talk for hours, time slips away,
But in my heart, something starts to sway.

I wonder if she sees, if she knows,
How her presence in my thoughts only grows.
It’s strange, but I think, as time goes on,
There’s more I feel than I’ve let on.
Written by
Ronoh Tarus
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