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Mar 2020
You remember how we could talk all day,
How we could walk through woods
And splash waters like we were not afraid to drown,
That day when we made ill confessions,
And demons took over,
Demons we could barely comprehend,
We failed to stick to the rules of the game,
There was much more to the stare,
And mixed up looks?well maybe,
That's why we quit throwing pillows,
And now we're slamming doors,
Barking like dogs,
And, wondering if that was fate,
Or our own making,
I wish we didn't have to feel,
We could be holding hands to date.
Written by
Kirah  19/F/Kenya
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