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Oct 2020
I sat under a tree,
it felt like sunshine,
it felt like smiles from him.
I sat under that tree every day in the summer,
come fall it didn't feel the same,
come winter it was cut down,
and come spring I planted a new one.
asya
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asya  21/F/on your mind <3
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       Ari White, 2024, Acora and MS Anjaan
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