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Apr 2017
I wish I had the words to describe what you meant to me.
But, right now, my diction fails me.
What a curse it is to remain silent in this moment,
Where the opportunity is present
And the time is ripe
And my opening is beyond available.
And, as quickly as it appeared
My chance vacates
And Iā€™m back where I began
Waiting for a moment
To repeat the past.
Kain Semyonov
Written by
Kain Semyonov  19/M/Hell, California
(19/M/Hell, California)   
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   Ryan Holden
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