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Mar 2018
I start my car
Windows go down
The cold wind comes in
I turn off
Radio on
Play your songs
I hear how you play
I see in my thoughts
How you push
The keys on the piano
I feel like you are sitting next to me
And smile at me
But every time I realize that
You are not next to me
Miss you more and more.
Özcan Sh
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Özcan Sh  24/M
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       Mark Tilford and Crazy Diamond Kristy
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