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Every day I wake up at mid night
Not by nightmares nor any fright
It is late for my phone to call
Hence I think of you, wishing for more
More of the passion and down pour
Dredging these dearth days for sure
Picking images from sweet memories
Reassembling all our love stories
While I replay your soothing voice
Reminding me; that you are my choice.
So high and loud were the screams At the point of confusion Many would wish the tension Was another scary dream. None cared about documents…
I followed flying butterflies as I craved But they landed me deep into a grave I bled right on the floor not just the pain…
Used to think a lot More of lust, no fault A big bum, big breast Pretty face, white teeth… Yet, one met no one Wired…
A special thank you to all philanthropists From east to west and north to south; Up the sky; freely the littlest of birds fly In…
Reminding me that your are mine and mine forever more, taaaalalaaaaalaa, *smiles*
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Hehehehehehehe… Neematiiiiii lol
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