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Nov 2013
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Midnight calls, aimless strolls,
holding hands, parting souls;
I find no color in it all.

You’re merely my favorite
place to hide whenever the world
gets too sad for me to wander alone;
I love how you put on
my favorite smile of yours.

You’re the vessel of all my regrets
of all my fears and all my secrets;
you've seen me at my worst.
You manage to hold it all in.

You manage to
keep me still.

Never have I found
a friend in anyone
but you.
Bianca
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