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Mar 2019
Imagine me in a box,
Wrapped around like a gift,
In a black and blue bow with a little bit bold that no one but you cannot hold.

Imagine me wearing black,
Nothing else but just that,
Hands on my face that is hiding my mask in front of a soul I can’t break.

Imagine you with a box,
Holding it tight like a lock,
You don’t know what’s inside but you know that it hides its emotions that rages like a fox.

Imagine you inside the box,
Taking my hands off my face,
I look towards you, my pupils in shock they couldn’t believe that it was truly the person from way back then was here,
the person from my dream that told me,
“see you soon”
and now look where we are.

Way in the present where we lived different lives and found our way back together,
my long lost lover from a different life has found me, not once, but twice like two feathers,
Who says that a devil and an angel couldn’t be forever...
Cylia
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Cylia  23/F
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