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Dec 2014
I met you in the hallway
the other day
when you were cleaning.

I've been looking for a meaning,
a reason of some kind
an excuse to make you mind
my existence.

But we seldomly cross each other
and I am not used to the pressure
that comes with talking to
beings as pretty as you.
The world is random,
you'll know when something's right or not
she is
Daan
Written by
Daan  Belgium
(Belgium)   
410
   ---, Rose and Cold-Bones
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