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Sunday, April 17, 2022 | 0 comment(s)
primrose hill

I dreamed of you,
again

running in Primrose Hill
for three laps, 
but then you were one lap behind

and disappeared,
before we reached the summit

then, I saw you on the grass
lying under the tree,
hid and shed tears,
we hugged.

I woke and shed tears too.

the peculiar guy at
9:51 AM