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Jan 2020
i pray that the melody of me
play along with the sonata of you and her.
i pray it echoes through your head
as you did to me
with the waltz of almosts and
the staccato of uncertainty.
you're on the edge of a cliff, he won't push you nor pull you in. you'll be dead somewhere along the pain.
Written by
Mutiaradiza
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