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Jan 2019
It use to be a promise of the stars and the moon.
2 years go by and I suppose you forgot.
I keep hope close, that soon you'll remember.
It's so much more than you realize.
I don't need the materialistics,
I just want the luxuries of time.
But that's the one thing you don't have.
Even if you did, you wouldn't know how to give.
So I wait,
because without a doubt I know it's worth waiting for.
Knowing that there is no knowing.
If, or when.
But when you are close,
the gamble is no question.
It all fades away,
feels like a sure thing.
So, forgive me when I assume.
Please forgive me when I am repetitive.
So far this is all I know.
bxquisute
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