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Oct 2018
Winter is
too cold...
And no one
to hold...

Nights are
too long...
to no one
they belong...

Memories are
too sad...
And make me
so mad...

I called you
too hotty...
My heart was
so naughty...

And you were
too bossy...
Now all this
is messy...
Ammar Younas
Written by
Ammar Younas  28/M/Uzbekistan
(28/M/Uzbekistan)   
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