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Apr 2021
words are not enough
when lips part and speak air,
throwing vowels like I've never learned
since I was hold
by the warmth of such care.
be your phrases and live in it;
you're now a stray, begging for a roof
of forgiveness.
do you really mean it when you say "sorry" ?
Axel
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Axel  16/M/Malaysia
(16/M/Malaysia)   
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