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Apr 2020
Promises were made
Like many before and after
To me they were real
They screamed
Vows tied in love
Tears of what I could not say
Bounded to me till I washed them away
For you to be cleaned so fast
Aragent of me to still be drenched in a vow and a promise
How often the echos of how things are supposed to be
What things are ment to be lies
Promises are just flowers to wilt I am told
So is everything I am told
Even as I stand still
Appreciate the moments so slow
Happyness fills me
To grab on is difficult
Especially when I am told I wilt and decay
Love to the words forgoten
Walking through a field of flowers breathing blue
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Ander
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   Bogdan Dragos
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