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May 2016
Our gaze looks towards the wall
memories and moments
shatter it all

you
not
him

I wonder why these thoughts run
like water filling my mind
it escapes first

through
my
eyes

My mouth pours open
what does it mean
if I tell you what I think

I want to
see you
Sunday

I fell for you when
you weren't even looking
distant eyes

over
here
meet mine

alone, we could be
I wonder all the time
if you fit me

I wanna see you
Sunday
e.s.
Ghost Writer 3
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Ghost Writer 3  San Fransisco
(San Fransisco)   
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