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Our words go round and round in peculiar circles,
Till you know I’m either asleep or bored,
Or I guess(as always)you want to talk about that n..
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When your melancholy ends,
You won’t need me.
You need me now,
Broken as you are,
Warm flesh to cold skin.
Like crystal stars,
Tears w..
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There are dreams and more dreams,
More words,lines and paragraphs,
More hopes smiled or cried away,
Dipped in sarcasm,altered.
All trace of you,
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