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May 27
my mind is a race

i made a path with him
then a pact
where both hands interact
looking for connection in the middle of our journey
holding hope until it does not want to be
grasped
at the end of our fingers
at the end of the road
dead end begins
what's ours; however not
Written by
venus
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