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Aug 22
I met you on a Friday,
when the week is almost ending,
when the week has been tiring.
I met you and never knew that something is starting.

I met you on a Friday.
My favorite day of the week,
when we can unleash our inner “freaks”,
when alcohol makes us red on the cheeks.
I met you and you make my knees weak.

I met you on a Friday,
the day of partying and *****,
the day when everybody tries to drown their blues.
I met you and little did I know, you’re the one I’m going to choose.

I met you on a Friday.
Back when I was just minding my business & trying to chill,
back when I’m okay on my own; not looking for a thrill.
I met you on a Friday and my heart stood still.
Avy Gaile
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Avy Gaile  24/F
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