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Apr 2013
Midnight comes
Right on cue
My restless bones
Never quit moving
Aching and throbbing
For relief
That never comes
Hoping
To have one more sight
Of your perfect face
But it's too late for that
Because you told me to go away
So I did.
*i.c.d
india
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