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Mar 2016
the game of chase we used to play,
it was fun while
it lasted.

it lasted years and years.

we don't see each other anymore
when you walked in that door
i felt like i was home again

i know when we talk
you feel the lust, that excitement
from the games we played

i thought time could
remove our history, our jokes, our connection
but everytime we meet it grows stronger

i wonder when this game will end,
i wonder if you'll ever be mine.
Written by
daisiesandcigarettes  Bahrain
(Bahrain)   
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