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Fri, 16th August 2019
I can't hear the rustle in a windy afternoon
Only our beating hearts, the unfamiliar voice I already like
These inclined roads seems easy, not without you
Instead of stealing glances, steal my hand
Hold it tight, connect the strings we ought to bound
Steal my heart so you can hold me tight
Whatever it is that we have, I hope it says.
I need a friend (or a lover) for the moment (or forever)
I like someone from food nutrition and he walked with me to the sunken garden so i made a poem inspired by the myrtle beach poem. Nothing serious just for fun.
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