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Too Many

I’ve too many thoughts in my head,

Waiting to be turned into poetries,

Only if you won’t mind,

Me writing about you.

I’ve too many stories in my mind,

Waiting to come true,

Only if you won’t mind,

Being in them too.

I’ve too many moments,

Waiting to be created,

Only if you won’t mind,

Me creating them with you.

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