I miss riding pedals through the green corridors, I miss the snack booths I pass by every morning on my morning jog, I miss the grass and resting under the columns, I miss the library that will never disappear, I miss the membership seats in the cafe, I miss the broken bridge riverside under the moonlight, I miss it again, and every time I miss it, I pour a cup of coffee. The coffee is strong and unbearable, just like my thoughts.
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