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Mar 2013
Time passes as the night blooms.
Sleep is impossible,
With recurring thoughts of you.
I watch the sun as it begins to rise.
But it doesn't compare,
To the shining of your eyes.
 I know that I don't ever cross your mind.
But I'll never forget,
the way our fingers intertwined.
Afna S
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Afna S
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   Nick Durbin
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