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Aug 2013
Us
I'm sick of these
Twisted little games
We play
Where I fall for you
And you not for me
Yet the sweet smiles
And little gestures
Are still known to be
Why can't it have
Such fluent language
Instead of a foreign one
Where we come together
And let the world be
Amelia Browder
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Amelia Browder  far from where you are
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