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Mar 2020
you‘re still on my mind
and maybe this idea of love makes me blind

I guess, for you, I really fell
your name is the only one I can spell

still remember your smell
hoping you’re doing well

so if you’re reading this,
can’t you get me a kiss?
wait, what do you mean
“you’re not the girl I miss“?

you’re still on my mind
should I really leave it behind?

you could at least come back
and explain what made us crack

or we could start over,
maybe get a lil’ closer

because hope is the last to die
and I don’t want to say goodbye

- gio, 22.03.2020
Giorgia Travaglione
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Giorgia Travaglione  22/F/Switzerland
(22/F/Switzerland)   
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