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Our Ability of Knowing Each Other


Between all of the things
You did
The poison of yours;
You serve, I draught
Flowing free inside my blood

Among all of the excuses
You’re stuck with this:
For me being the one
Who know your blindside,
You thought you already set it right

Between the sudden realization
And some flying accusation
That you know nothing
About me at all,
Somehow I am lost

Here I am
Writing you a simple hint
If you get it,
There are no rhymes

At the intersection
We took the same left
Me walking on the sidewalk watching you whole
You drove away leaving behind my all

The rear view mirror sees the difference

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