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Oct 2017
I came to this lonely place to think of you
The memories flowed to my mind
Aching my heart, making it blue.
The pain made me blind.

But I still crave for you,
Desperately patting my surroundings
In the search of you,
Of the touch of your wings

The soft wings of yours
Were all that matters
To save my bleeding heart
From ripping itself apart
Written by
Ofelia  Québec
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