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Separation
No matter how much the shouting, its the inside worth counting
Never mind harsh words of a person, their actions could never worsen
Others with a listening ear, may take away the fear
The unknown goes on behind closed doors, hiding all the flaws
Love seemed a while away, yet so did the other day
Fondness comes after the trouble, back to how things were, a couple
Smiles are exchanged, somehow...
Wednesday 20th November 2024 10:06 pm
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