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Aug 2015
Through the pictures you posted,
I see where you'd gone,
I see what you'd done,
Lots of people liked your pictures
It's free to click but do they mean it?
Are they sincere?
Do they like the places?
Do they like the activities?
Or do they just like you?
Like I do.

The 'likes' those pictures generated,
The whispering about you,
The attention you harbored,
The mentioning of your name,
where ever you are,
whatever you are doing,
I see you smirked, pleased.
You like that,
for a while.... a while...
Then you feel empty and do it all over again.

I see you through your posts,
through your videos,
through your photos,
through my chat-box,
I also see you through
the back of my mind,
the only place where I can still touch you
still smell your skin,
still lay down together..
and I see you still care
wanjiwanji
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