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Oct 2019
Apple Smirnoff and a half-smoked cigarette
These memories of you that I can’t forget

The magical drugs that will erase my pain
Are more efforts that will only end in vain

My mind is flooded with things we used to do
To kiss, to touch, and to fall in love with you

Time slowly ticks my life away like a game
But you see, my mind will still echo your name

All night I yearn for your lingering presence
Since I can never give in to acceptance

My ***** and cigarette say you’ll come back
Tonight that thought alone will cut me some slack
Bleu
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Bleu  18/F/Yangon, Myanmar
(18/F/Yangon, Myanmar)   
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