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When you fall in love.
It can feel as innocent,
as fresh fallen snow.
And every night
I asked myself
The same question
"When will I stop thinking about you?"
And every night
Every answer
Silence
Feels like a curse
An urge to work for
Getting more and more
Of things I can hardly
Enjoy anymore
I seriously need some vacations...
Childhood blinded me.
Innocent and unaware.
Of a world in flames.
Time spent with you.
Like shooting stars in the sky.
The moon at midnight.
Crows caw their goodbyes.
I'm alone with empty trees.
Branches comfort me.
Poetry freed me.
Everything I held inside,
now are written words.
I don’t want to let you go.
Truth is,
I don’t want to send you away.
But I must.
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