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- Rusty old me at allpoetry
As I'm gently turned and pushed, I creak, and moan as they brush past me. - Beauty of Spring at allpoetry
Sun shining through my finger tips, As I grasp for the feeling of the fresh air, - Moved on, leaving my heart broken at allpoetry
This is all about how it's been like to come home from university
