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There’s a lost-in-thought face, An angry and serious mode. A bite-my-lip way to cover a glitch, Chin-up, rhythm right walk. A peculiar expression when he’s with me, Just like when he’s with his cigarette. Full smirk, half smile and some tears, Unshed, just like things he wanted to say but couldn’t.
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Aug 22, 2015
Aug 22, 2015 at 5:59 PM UTC
Unconfessed
There’s a lost-in-thought face, An angry and serious mode. A bite-my-lip way to cover a glitch, Chin-up, rhythm right walk. A peculiar expression when he’s with me, Just like when he’s with his cigarette. Full smirk, half smile and some tears, Unshed, just like things he wanted to say but couldn’t.
Penumbra
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Aug 22, 2015
Aug 22, 2015 at 5:59 PM UTC
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