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Feb 2014
there's something about the moon
you said it looks so pretty
but the way the stars surround it
is something which takes the breath of many
that was the night you looked me in the eyes
and i swear not a single force on earth
could stop the constant shaking of my hand
and the increased heart rate inside my chest
and though i'll never say this out loud
the thought of you in my head remains
and i want to meet you once again
your arms around me
as we embraced the cold
though the feeling of being in your arms
could never grow old
Poppi Mae
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Poppi Mae  London
(London)   
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