not your holidays

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Your fingers danced across my landscape.

Over my beautiful hills, that I cherished since forever.

You rested in the garden that someone once planted, before you.

And  got lost in my hiding spots, feeling comfort.

You tasted, smelled, looked, enjoyed.
And then you were done.

Vacation was over

My landscape
...

devastated

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