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Aug 2013
If you pushed hard, you would believe
that we inhale the same air
the one that comes from my lungs
touches your lips and tongue.
I am never a romantic, says
my heart beating tic tic tic
I am little whilst you are big
No clue who did the trick.
If you looked closer, you would see
that the little piece of me
in you looking for You in me
Are we not living with lies?
Me, darling, never meant
to fall in love with us.

@mosquito 05/12/2012
mosquitoism
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mosquitoism  Istanbul
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