🍭 | Week 1: Ice Cream

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~Yui's first poem~

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we went back

to our childhood past

in a park

a vendor sells

something cold

something sweet

something colorful

served in cones.

the sun continues

to blaze

the colorful dessert melts

just like the way

i do whenever

i see you smile.



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