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Apr 2017
My words will not coerce you to come running home
Nor will they inspire you to tell me of your love
I only hope as the nights pass that I cross your mind
Once, twice, a million times you've crossed mine
My mind wanders. Always to you. What's become of you. Where are you. Come home.
Written by
Livia Rose  23/F
(23/F)   
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   Zenith
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