Sometimes in June
Last season, it gave me a reason to hope.
Last time it made me wish for you.
Now i wish i didnt respond.
we would have been at stage 0.
Never, will i forget that july i am in and it turn sour every july.
Sometimes in june, we made a pact but now: i dont feel a thing for you.
poem by Stella Omoregie
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