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Jul 2018
It’s a dream, you desperately follow,
You live in a miracle world,
What I give you is solely sorrow,
Yet you see me as a gold.

You are left with deepest vibes,
True love is taken for granted,
Your feelings are sharp knives,
Mind is blurred, soul is hunted.

You stuck in a distressful ship,
Heading to port of sadness,
Let me give you a tip,
Leave my ship, for goodness.
Written by
Galib  30/M
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   Fawn
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