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Feb 2020
Call it intuition... or maybe I can take a hint,
You no longer make an effort, and no energy is spent,
I don't want to get it wrong, and prefer not to assume,
This is all one way, we're on stop, and I don't know how we can resume,
Call it intuition... or maybe the spark is gone,
Was it me, is it you, where did we go wrong,
Seems as though there's no interest, like you just don't care,
It's like I'm conversing with myself, like words into the air,
Call it intuition... or maybe It's been this way all along,
I try and try, don't want to waste my time, and pray that I'm wrong.
Paris
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Paris  22/F/California
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