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Krishna Paras Jul 2017
I miss your poems
Words that I hope are mine
Feelings for you are still inclined
Obviously can't get you off my system

Lately, my words are for you
These words that I kept hidden
This world is only my freedom
And I'm not saying this out of boredom
I miss your poems, boy. When will you write again?

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