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Sep 2014
the tick of the clock makes me wonder
staring at the ceiling,
wondering what u r doing
As I cuddle with my pillow, thick blankets on my feet, wearing the same face you left me
I wonder, why did u fade?
All those memories are hunting me
But I got no choice but to close my eyes and sleep again with no idea.
Scarlette
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Scarlette
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   Liliana Jaworska
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