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Aug 2017
The nights* when all I see is dust and smoke

When it's so much overpowering--- the trace of cologne

The nights when it's cold since you've been gone

I made your side of the bed  but you did not come

The nights when I almost pick up the phone

But I couldn't call you for you're already home

So I wait for the nights you're mine alone...
Andrei Corre
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Andrei Corre  21/F/Philippines
(21/F/Philippines)   
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