for you to reply my words
is the most heart-wrecking
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The sound of your laughter
infectious
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I sweep the ground
and find poems
carved upon the stone
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A thousand pictures
a thousand memories
I sit back on my chair
enjoying these flashbacks-
I am stuck in the past
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When you said 'hi'
my heart jumped
and ran after you
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A first meeting with you is a kiss to my virgin heart;
a red heart-shaped mark
planted by
your lips
on a page of my story
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I split myself in two
and let my other half
bear the things I couldn't bear
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