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Nov 2019
I'm standing outside,
Looking through the glass.
Hoping, wishing; crying,
For another chance.

Another opportunity.
This time,
I will get it right.

The night may be cold.
The skies may be pouring.
But I will stand.
Stand, for as long as I can.

Until you give me;
One last chance,
To make you mine...
Fọlábòmí Àmọó
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