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Jun 2018
When I want to miss her, she is not.
When I want to kiss her, she is out.

When I want to see her, there is no light.
When I want to be with her, it is night.

When she is beside me, I'm in fight.
When she is around me, I’m not right.

They were all my own fault; that's right.
It was nothing but a love at first sight!
Rod Solouki
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