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18h
Fallen cherry blooms,
Sticks to my wet skin like grief,
Brief and hard to hold.
Buds along the branch,
Closed and holding on to spring,
I hold on to you.
Written by
Ma'ya  22/F/Malaysia
(22/F/Malaysia)   
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