Iike coming home every day with a new book wrapped in brown paper.

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Wednesdays are like a child holding on to a box of their favorite chocolate, with the dilemma—to open or not to open, to taste one or not to.

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My friends carrying themselves to the office after a long weekend.

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I miss us.

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My 12321 Poem

You
are that
song who puts
me to
sleep.

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a surprise call from a friend, reminding me of the upcoming long weekend this week.

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Wheelicious

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She was a child
lost in the
woods.
But, one day the
stage of reams
made her
warmer than
his presence.

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They said never let go
anything waste.
So she drank the
words from the verses,
to quench her
thirst of pain.

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Your smile is like those
sea waves which people watch
in the evening, and are never
tired of staring at them.

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