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Mar 30
It's a hot spring day,
And my eyes met a sunray.
We exchanged very few words today.

Heat coming from her eyes,
Joy coming from my tries,
I aim to make a change.

It's not for the show,
When my head's always low,
I'm trying my best to swallow the sorrow.

Week after week,
What do I seek?
Something special and unique.

Meaning in the smiles,
And in the morning rise,
When our hearts make a beat at the same exact time.
Written by
Manuel
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