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Nov 2018
Everyday,
Like a bullet piercing my brain stem
Time runs as she teases me,
Untouched by my defunct senses.

I dedicate the best team in my mind.
They run about plotting and planning her capture.
Preparing to penetrate her defences.

But i wake up, she's vanished,
There's no chasing what i've lost.
I guess i'll get her tommorow.
Aware that my chase never stops.
another day wasted
Written by
Popleocan  20/M/Lonely
(20/M/Lonely)   
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