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Mar 10
Little things—
people call them chance,
or mere coincidences—
but I see them, feel them,
as your silent sign:
a promise of your love,
ever near, ever true,
listening to every word
I whisper into the void.
Jīn Sīyǎ
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Jīn Sīyǎ  28/F
(28/F)   
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