ginger tea masochism

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three years flew by

like evening breezes,

rustling through the trees

and brushing against the nighttime firmament.

we aimed for the moon and became shooting stars,

and our camaradarie couldn't even be scratched by diamond

if only we stayed at this school forever

roaming the halls and relaxing outside

lying in the grass during lunch

after core classes 

and 

piano-violin-cello-viola 

practices

if only, if only, if only

we stayed friends forever

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