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Jun 2018
Some things find a way to exist in isolation
But i chose the the Comfort of your kisses.

It almost makes sense,
At least that's what I tell me,
Reassuring my being that you exist
That your kisses exist.

Blind? No.
Maybe stupid? Kinda.

You exist,I know you breath..I've felt you
I Love you..
And I fail to see how senseless that is.
You make sense to me
Even though your kisses only rain in my Dreams.
Β©amiso_pius
Nostalgia...dream I hope will com true
Amiso Pius
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Amiso Pius  20/F/Port Harcourt
(20/F/Port Harcourt)   
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