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May 2018
There's no sense.
Me and you,
is like letting the tall oak tree,
bend for the lowly grass.
Me and you,
is like the beginning of an ultimate end.
There's no sense,
forcing two opposite poles attract each other.
No sense.
You're an art of colours and abstract,
I'm a tuned out song of here and now.
Camille
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Camille  20/F/Ph
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