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Snacks

Time waits for no one.

By LunaPublished 9 months ago 1 min read

Go back to grandma's home

She trembled

Give me a big bag of snacks

The taste is strange

I asked my mother

Has it expired

Mother's eyes turned red

Say no

It was we who came back late

sad poetry

About the Creator

Luna

Love writing and reading

💖Write down what you feel, think, wish and think

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