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Jul 2014
Long car rides
pointing,
turning left and right
as we take the empty road.
One hand on the steering wheel,
and the other interlocked in mine,
we created memories.
Then you steered right,
and I steered left.
Now all that remains
are the memories
in memory lane.
Isabel
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Isabel  22/F
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