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your memory beats inside me
the past is never
when we are tired,
you meet people..
the foolishness of chasing the moon..
you don’t give up..
..then all is lost
what we are waiting for
sometimes waiting
isn’t that just typical?
sometimes you let go of someone..
forget love
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