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I can’t answer now...
or later.

I couldn’t even have then.

I just forget your voice
sometimes.

In glimmering,
lingering,
longing
glances,

I seem to
revisit how we met.

This is our season, remember?

This was our season,
remember.
Mia
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Mia  F
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