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Feb 10
Days counting
yet here you torment me still
A hundred thousand days from now and I will perhaps have extinguishedΒ Β 
the desolate flame that takes your place in my dreams
And to the boy who blamed himself for your leaving, I will say,
"She was the change fee to get us where we are going."
Written by
Dennisk  20/M/Nairobi
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