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Jan 2013
Feet shuffling across
Wooden floor
Leaving whispers
In the cracks

Your eyes clinged
In mine
I let you go
I take you back

Your hand rests
On my shoulder
I can feel your muscles
Tense

And when our hearts
They synchronize
Every beat
Makes sense.
Written by
MDRMS  28/F
(28/F)   
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   --- and Zaskia Natalie Villa
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