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Dec 2017
Oh, don’t I remember her?
If I close my eyes,
I can still resemble her.
Oh, that laugh …
I’d listen to her laugh
For days, if I could.
Those bright snow-white teeth
And the lips …
Feeling her lips against mine,
Dreaming of a single kiss with her I was.
And her eyes?
She’d drown me in her eyes
In the void, the emptiness, thou’
So aimless, so hopeless,
Lost I was in her eyes.
So numb, among the stars, oh, my foolish alibis.
Oh, don’t I remember her?
I used to escape just dreamin’ about her,
I used to stare at her, when she was not looking,
Turned around and saw me, gave me that smile.
Oh, she used to do that.
Oh, don’t I remember her?
It’s that very day that I met her,
Found a meaning with her,
It’s that day for I’ve been living on and on begging.
Oh, don’t I remember her?
Written by
altun  15/M/Baku, Azerbaijan
(15/M/Baku, Azerbaijan)   
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   Anne Molony
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