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If you ever see the poems I wrote for you,

You would know that,

With each passing day,

They seemed so unrealistic;

That even I was starting to think of,

Whether those days really existed,

Or I was dreaming for so long.

Though the truth is,

Yes, they did exist,

As magical as they can ever be,

And as unexpected as anything could be.

With each passing day,

They days will just fade away,

Only to be mentioned in the poetries,

If you ever read them.


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