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Once upon every night




I misread the map and forget to say
But you brushed it with “it’s okay,
I prefer we took the long way”
You smiled and let the music play

How can you avoiding the right turn
Makes my stomach burn
Maybe it’s because the wheel speed
doesn’t really match my heartbeat
The one goes slow, the other one is overflow

All we do is screaming out
To the old song you like
Our voice is tone deaf and sounds horrible
At the moment I realized that my feeling is in trouble

I cursed at the crowded street
That you seemed to enjoy every bit
It’s the way that you never think twice
To not let me be alone under the night lights

Maybe it gives me shiver
More than the way you open the door
Or bringing close my dinner
Now you ended up being more than a blur

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  1. Hasan's?June 13, 2023 at 3:20 PM

    Hi, first of all I'm not a stalker.

    But i accidentally came up to your blog, and all I can say is that I'm impressed, and inspired!

    Ok that's all, thanks!
    (No, I'm not a stalker, beneran!)

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