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May 2019
to find your eyes,
among the aisles,
pulling out my inner child.
playing just to know your name,
the clock hand starts to stay the same,
loving while i'm living lost,
remembering the things i tossed,
i hope these things, it doesn't cost.
charles
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charles  31/M
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   Bogdan Dragos
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