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Mar 2017
my hands we're freezing
not from the temperature
but from thoughts of you

my eye caught your sight
scenes were playing in my mind
touching, holding me

but reality
bit me so hard that it hurts
slapping me hard

you will never hold
me like you used to, because
they're just delusions
yne
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yne  dont belong to no city
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