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May 2016
He is all that I see,
my sunrise, my dawn,
love is blind as it was ment to be,
burnt bridges and gone.

It's too early for holding hands,
I want him to be mine,
awkwardly we are just friends,
he is absolutely fine.

*And I'm not.
Dominika Bonikowska
Written by
Dominika Bonikowska  Gdynia
(Gdynia)   
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