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Feb 2016
All these things we are scared to ask;
Can i kiss you?
Are you okay?
Do you want me to go?
We constantly hope for the answers
To form from dust and tears,
But they never do.
Lottie
Written by
Lottie  Limbo
(Limbo)   
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