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Feb 2016
When I miss you, I write,
I don't know what else to do.
This point may now seem obvious and trite,
Strange, how my life has begun anew.

Strange, how my life has begun anew,
but there is clearly something wrong with you.
I dunno what will it take for you to respond,
Mate, we are wasting some precious seconds.

Mate, we are clearly running out of time,
I wanna be yours and make you mine.
So, come with me in this evening divine,
Lets leave our footprints in the sands of time..
Written by
Grey water Piggie  Singapore
(Singapore)   
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   BipolarBear, sassybutsweet, --- and ---
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