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HEARTSEYES
dust in my eyes
I can't see you
I feel you
but you don't speak
where are you
my friend was here
we talked about old times
he may stay for a few days
until he gets his own home
memory flash
it's cold here
under the hot tropical sun
I can't see you
I feel you
but you don't speak
where are you
my friend was here
we talked about old times
he may stay for a few days
until he gets his own home
memory flash
it's cold here
under the hot tropical sun
Published 13th Nov 2020
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NoPoo
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