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Feb 9
When you left, some remained of you
A hoodie, a glasses, and a shoe

Only you are in my sense
I was hit before but I did not defense

You rejected me
Ah my sweetheart he

Amour is paying the fee
Having charm is the key

Your voice, Your face
Because of you, I was in race

You are gone and sorrow
Continues to tomorrow
Written by
Joel Voice Bash  30/M
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