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 Jul 2015 Little miss
Charlie
Let me be
The key to your
Heart shaped locked.

Let me savour
The breath that you
Breathe to keep
In case you run out.

Let me see
Things no other can

Let me regret
Ever letting
You be
The one that got
Away
 Jul 2015 Little miss
Anon Y Mous
Don't tell me
things will be alright,
or sweet nothings
in the dead of night,
because even existing
has been a fight,
ever since you have
taken flight.

— The End —