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forgesitaj memoroj
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2016-06-07
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there could be a person in your life
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who you feel is the one, will be the one
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and then is a stranger in the end
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diverting stares across the bus aisle
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there could be a person in your life
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who is just a stranger now
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sitting quietly in math class alone
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and end up being your sunrise and sunset
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cherished veils fade from white to red with the fights
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and then to black again with the silence
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crumbles to gray with the moths
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and drops in dust after time
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how many people share a single neuron in my brain
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forgotten to time but still imprinted somewhere
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hiding in the chime of a bell, a burnt corner of the world
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how many thousands of brains do I reside in
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***
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CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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