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May 2014
I would want to spend my every minute with you,
I would rather read the expressions of your face than do to a book.
Count the freckles on your back than do to a star .
Hold your hand than do to a warm cup of coffee on a frozen night.
I would want you to spend your every minute with me,
But none can .
You cant because you're with her
And i cant because
You smile when you say you love her.

So i will read my book closely and imagine your expressions closer,
I will count the stars as if they were your freckles and the night's your back under the dim light
I will hold the cup of coffee and pretend its yours .
I will smile when you tell me you love her .
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