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Jul 2019
there is thunder outside my bedroom
it used to make me think of you
the time when we hid under a bridge
or out in a tent
curled up with only each other on the mind
this was the first in a while
where you crossed my mind
instead i find myself
just enjoying the storm
i suppose i miss you, but i prefer myself now
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   --- and Muzaffer
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