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I flip through the rubbles
Searching for sweet stories
Left from the collapsed
Romance I once built with you.
.
Memories I don’t want to forget;
Moments I will always remember.
.
I pick up the fragments,
And like a mosaic,
Paste them in the pages
Of my mind
And bind them with my tenacious heart.
.
Sweet ruins
Scribbled on crampled papers
Tossed in the heap of rubbles
From our colorful past,
.
Saved.
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Is it the snow? I’m drawn to writing sad-poems again.
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