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Jan 2015
As you read this
I’m pretty sure that it would seem a bit familiar to you
Probably because of the guilt that rises from your throat
For not approaching me back
The moment when our paths had finally crossed
Actually, I was just waiting
For you to do something
But all you did was stood still
Blank eyes, jaw-dropped, and fists closed

If only you knew how unsettled I am
That for every millisecond of the day
My mind roams through yours
As I try to fathom bits and pieces of your thoughts
Trying to build an illusion
In order for us to form a percussion

Maybe was it all bloated in my dreams
Covered with clouds of fear that dim
Popping and popping til’ it starts to compose a hymn
Hoping and hoping to see once again from him
Lalala
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Lalala
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