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Breeze

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I still remember the chilling wind,
when I stood without a jacket on,
having travelled a thousand miles,
to hear out something I never expected,

Even after 3 Years,
even the faintest memory,
give me chills in the warmest quilt.
“I can’t”, She said.

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