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Laila Jun 2014
No proper speech
But understood what you said

Your cheeks boiled red
Your fists crawling white
As anger mirrored
By the flame inside your eye
Crave to punch your own shadow

Don't you know?
I've been missed you
To have your heat radiation around
And hugs my weak soul tightly
But you were mad, lunatic alike

It won't hurt to just kiss me, my dear
I plead you, I'll let you
I know you miss me too
new try, weird.

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