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Nov 2018
A question I asked you that night,
that of something important,
but not something of your time.
You'd repeat it,
I'd listen,
your eyes recede,
My hands would beckon,
what purpose was love for us,
for that moment of trust,
was to believe you're distant.
To accept that,
was maybe more important.
Naoki B
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Naoki B  24/M/Georgia ATL
(24/M/Georgia ATL)   
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