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Oct 2020
I can see a star
from my window
Twinkling
Shining
Lonely -
Speaking to me.
He says he knows all I've lost,
why I shut my doors.
He's been here for long,
he sees your dreams every night.
And he says I look familiar -
He saw me in your dream,
He sees me now.
And that made me stop listening,
start smiling.
But when I looked again,
he wasn't outside my window.
Whether it was a desperate dream
or real,
I hope he comes tomorrow,
to tell me if we had found love,
Or we were dying.
Because I need my alive or dead,
I am a twinkling lonely star.
Off the cuff.
The Untold
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The Untold  F/Somewhere in Africa
(F/Somewhere in Africa)   
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