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Jan 2021
My dear, please go and walk ahead.
I'm late, as always IΒ΄m too slow.
The railway never waits for me,
just like your cornered soul.
Go and take my window seat,
I might just walk back home.
On the way here I mustΒ΄ve lost something,
my love for you or so.
the things not talked about
Written by
Coralium  23/F
(23/F)   
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