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Sep 2018
next time
when you
tell me
that you
love me.
don't look
at the ground,
your hands
your shoes
or at the sky
but next time
tell me
that i mean
the most
to you
with no
limits
no boundaries
no buts
in between.
next time
look at me,
at my face,
through my eyes
and smile at me
like you
sometimes do
with happiness.
because seeing you
makes me
feel
happy.
misha
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misha  18/F/where parallel ends meet
(18/F/where parallel ends meet)   
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