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Jun 13
The sky looks blue with blurry clouds,
like my thoughts and my feelings without you.
The grass looked greener than last time, when we met.
The coffee is less bitter when we chat.
My brain starts to bloom when you're here.
You're the sun to my sunflower.
You're warm like an oven.
You're my oven.
Wondy
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