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January 14, 2011 at 12:15 am | Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

On nights before I wrote,

I tend to read what people did.

The sweet things they say makes me feel warm.

We tend to drift away with everyone else.

Like how the clouds moves pass us.

It worries me sometimes.

Because then You don’t get to remember,

how I used to look at You,

like no one else ever did.

 

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