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Rebecca Mar 2020
Those eyes which later on me when I was around,
Are now not even searching me in crowd.
That smile which came up when I saw you,
Is now not present but pressed in straight lips.
Those hands which used to hold me,
Have now left loose for lifetime to be alone.
That world which was mine,
Has now left me to ,beginto set up new world.
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