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Mar 2017
with shaky fingers
i clung to you
whispering to don't leave me

i know our rose
has lost its dew
i just couldn't set you free

our love
a wilted flower
i'm still asking it to bloom and grow

but your eyes
were fragments of shatter
no more buts as i let you go
yne
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yne  dont belong to no city
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