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Aug 2020
This perfect morning I was in love with her dissidence but from afar.
This perfect evening she said goodbye.
And I slowly wonder how everything can be just this.
Honest.
Through the telephone I heard her say 'let me sleep..let me see tomorrow through your eyes.'
And I slowly wonder how everything can be just that.
Perfect.
Written by
noi
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