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Any more, he asks.

​Flattering his smile,

He wants me to smile back.

Asking questions with his dark eyes,

He wants me to answer back.

To all the questions he never asked me,

To all the words he deserved,

To all the poems I wrote for him,

Asking if I remember them anymore. No, I want to scream.

Yes, I want to whisper,

To you,

All those poems under the starry sky,

While listening to the waves of the ocean. I don’t look at you with my answer,

Anyways, you’ll know what I want to say,

Will you anymore feel the same,

If we meet once again?

 
 
 

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