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Nov 2019
Theres a light at the end of the bridge.
That flash of green...
It matches my heart beat.
It reminds me of you.

It was flashing when we first talked.
It was flashing when we fell for each other.
It was flashing when we talked poetry.
It was flashing when we touched each other.

It still is...
Our days are numbered.
Our talks will cease to be.
...and are we flashing?

I don't want this light to fade.
I don't want you to move on.
I don't want you to forget me.
I don't want you to leave.

Remember me.
Think of me.
Talk to me.
Feel me.

Theres a light at the end of the bridge.
That flash of green...
It will always be linked to you.
I can't help not look at it and smile
Winter Sparrow
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Winter Sparrow  22/M/Malta
(22/M/Malta)   
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