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I dont know what to name this small poem
Cloudy sky,
Winds touching my skin,
Missing your touch,
Maybe i did a sin,
Under the same sky,
Not under the same skin,
Come back home soon,
Or i'll forget how to grin.
-Rose
Winds touching my skin,
Missing your touch,
Maybe i did a sin,
Under the same sky,
Not under the same skin,
Come back home soon,
Or i'll forget how to grin.
-Rose
