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Jun 2015
One night, his place
I'm stuck in the same space
Empty bottles on the ground
It's like tomorrow's not going to come.
He touched my face
And now, I'm framed
This night he smiled
But with tears in his eyes,
He said, "Sorry."
To a lifeless thing
And he hugged my photograph.
aspire
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