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Eternally waiting
      For that day of coming
Where she’ll say, “I missed you”
                 And melt in my arms
i should
move on
i kinda
already have

but there
seems to be
a tiny part
hidden
in my heart
that belongs
to him
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The thing about masks is that someone always sees the string behind your head.
What’s hidden behind
The winds
silent kiss

Lies a
Sacred jewel

A perfect stranger
Swaying in the
Romance of the
Nights silky mist
Couldn't think of a title
Brain died
While I cry to myself in the mirror, she'll be admiring every creak in my bones.
On our first night he promised me the world,
After three children I am still waiting.
28/3/2020
Your value does not depreciate
with time- rather
I thirst for
more of
you,
you
are
the
f
i
n
e
s
t
of wine
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