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Oct 2014
bags in his hand
a studious man
standing in the doorway
"what do you want from me?"

loss for words,
nothing to say
silence made him leave
but I wanted him to stay

I was taught to ask for nothing
even if I needed something
my thoughts were loud
but my voice was too proud

*Can you love me, please?"
Written by
ZL  F/Earth
(F/Earth)   
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