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Jul 2020
It is not happy, because it shouldn't be...
It is not sad, because it can't be...
It is just kind.
And your melody makes me cry.
But my heart does not fill sadness.
It fills with an uncontrollable necessity to kiss you.
Quarantine... I guess.
Lost Indeed
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