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Apr 2017
staring deep into the dark
but still managing to see a light

like a bad habit
i am stretching my hand out for something i can never have

i want to catch you
i want to keep you save

but as the warm sun rises
you seem to disappear with the cold night...

a beautiful miracle

a beautiful sight

but after all

it's just a beautiful lie
bad writing skills but i don't really care~~
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   Lindiana Mazari
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