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Mar 2014
That feeling..
That words cannot define

That feeling..
Of why she cant be mine

That feeling..
When heart engulfs the mind.

That feeling..
Trying to see the signs

That feeling..
The need to press rewind

That feeling..
To read between the lines

That thought..
To leave it all behind.
Late night sorrows
Beds of regret
Pillows of anguish
Blankets of hope
Ezo TericK
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