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You are close to dead to me
.
Dot is the final of us
Drawing lines
Seen you evading my thoughts
Is my worse nightmare
.
Dot is the lack of words
To express a content displeasure
Of Writing your name
In the forgotten land
.
Dot is the tomorrow that might not came
Is the prohibited fruit that got us here
Wondering about a future
Waiting for a white flag to proceed
.
Dot is being trapped in your own memories
We once shared a life
Today we share two beautiful roses.
.
Until you chase the horizon
And left us behind
Dark Thunderstorms will last
Until the rain clears with a rainbow.
By: liza_glow
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Lisa santos
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profound and also beautifully said.