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Jul 2015
this warmth next to me
it's sad that it's not yours
you left years ago
to a place where I cannot go

the stars hold you now
it hurts to know
I won't be able to hold your warmth
to taste your kiss

how you pat my head in my dire times
how you would pull down when I'm too high
With you I was content
but you had to leave didn't you?

now I cry alone in this bed
as the recording of our memories
would play every night in my dreams
my tears would fall each day I wake up.
Shan Coralde
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Shan Coralde  phillipines yo!
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