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May 2021
it's not that i'm naive, or unaware...
i'm just trying to convince myself that each of your sweet laughs and jokes
are just for me
built for me
written for me
sung for me
but it seems that every ounce of love is discarded
as you fall further and further away.

my fingers grasp
and stretch
but all I catch is a loose thread.
verde
Written by
verde  15/F
(15/F)   
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     ---, ---, Dakota, Diverse TV and Hakikur Rahman
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