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Jan 2014
An old friend looked at me in the mirror
told her how much I missed her
but did not wish to be with her again.
I told her, it's good to see her around
but did not told her to be around
it's because
I just miss her


An old friend looked at me in the mirror
the one who told me to feast in my sorrows.
Emperor Icecream
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Emperor Icecream
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