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Full past midnight

smiling at the wall.

By TestPublished about a year ago 1 min read
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Full past midnight
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Oh sweet memories.

How I live your sweet smiles.

How I live your sweet embraces.

There is a time when you were there.

There was a time when we use to be.

There were a time when we ought not have.

Living like so I can dream but when midnight comes.

Its a jarring headache of mine,

reminding me to live again.

. reminding me to leave what the past did.

. . remnding me all the past pain give.

2 mins untili 1.

I am still smiling at the ceiling,

my brain dances with my mind to the tune of a band,

from a wayward time.

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