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Apr 2020
In the coldness of the night I feel it
There are voices inside my heart
Every pulse, every beat
There is this burning heat
Even for a thousand hours I’m willing to wait
But every second is too hard for me to breath
Along with the whisper of the wind
Seems like everything is vague in my eyes
But I still remember the day of yesterdays
When my innocence was still pure
When little things were still a glamorous lure
Too good, too sweet, and too hard to forget
All the memories in the past
Which once I had wished not to last
Poetezzz
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Poetezzz  22/F/Somewhere Imaginary
(22/F/Somewhere Imaginary)   
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