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Feb 2021
those first few steps
a quick glance
the sun is starting to set
you begin to ask me for one last chance

as the autumn leaves turn
one last look into your eyes
I am taken by concern
every good memory I was taught to despise

this love story was nothing but an experiment
you didn't want commitment
every discussion you were hesitant
so I was forced to be distant

but
why the sudden change
when time is never ending
these promises you now exchange
why do I feel that you're pretending?
luciana
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luciana  21/F/SC
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