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Poetry Claims

In the universe's grand scheme of plans,

I became a pawn again,

As I wished for nothing when the clock struck 11:11,

Yet I got you at the end of the day.

In songs we heard together,

In conversations where only I spoke and you asked questions,

In moments we called each other names no one else would understand.

So, even if the day went by,

By me thinking about you less than times five,

You claimed the night yours,

Just like you claimed my poetries as yours.


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